"Luntheris, you cannot defy your fate."
Upon a mountain of corpses, a man sat like a king on his throne of death.
His long, silky white hair gleamed faintly in the moonlight, his piercing blue eyes glowing with unholy radiance.
In his hand rested a massive violet scythe, its edge dripping with the divine ichor of countless gods.
Before him stood thirteen deities, their combined presence shaking the heavens.
Chronos, the God of Time.
Seraph, the Goddess of Reincarnation.
Livia, the Goddess of Light.
Lucifer, the God of Darkness.
Cecilia, the Goddess of Fate.
And much more...
For the first time in countless ages, they had set aside pride and rivalries, uniting for one single purpose... eliminating the man before them.
However, even at his weakest point, Luntheris laughed, actually laughed, causing the gods to hesitate on attacking them.
"Ah... this is so fucking funny," he slowly stood up from the pile of corpses.
