Jack felt the presence materialize behind him.
A cold void that made the air itself seem to recoil. He didn't turn immediately, recognizing the signature of power that only one entity in the tower possessed.
"Cutting it close with the dramatic entrance, aren't you?" Jack said, his tone conversational despite the deity standing at his back.
The resonant and theatrical laughter of Death permeated the desolate landscape, conveying a profound sense of amusement. "Oh, come ON! You contract with a Demi-God dragon and don't expect me to drop by for the after-party? That's like the cosmic event of the century!"
The God of Death moved around to face Jack with a theatrical flourish, his armor of nightmare-forged metal gleaming in the perpetual lightning.
