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Draped in a flowing black dress that seemed to drink the light, she held the scytheDeaths eternal instrument, its edge glinting faintly, as if eager to fulfill its purpose. Chains dangled from its handle, whispering secrets of those who came before, her fingers adorned with a ring that pulsed with an eerie glow.
This was no ordinary relic. It was both a tether and a beacon, and the longer you stared at it, the more it felt alive, watching... waiting.
For those who sought salvation, there would be none. For those who thought themselves untouchable, their reckoning would be swift. She was neither merciful nor cruel. The scars of humanity's sins etched on the edge of the scythe. The shards, the broken alliances, the whispered betrayalseverything had led to this. There was no salvation, no bargaining. Only the promise of her scythe's arc, and the silent, unyielding judgment that followed.
Death herself had come, not to warn, but to fulfill a destiny written in shadow. The end was not near. It was here, held in her grasp, ready to fall.
"The scythe rises, and the final harvest of souls begins soon"
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