Ren traveled North to the Valley of Silence, the domain of Death.
The valley was white and silent. Even the wind dared not blow here. In the center sat the Aspect of Endings. It wore a robe of shadows and held a scythe of nothingness.
"I have come to kill you," Ren whistled.
Death looked up. It had no face. "You are funny, Little Iron," Death said. Its voice vibrated in Ren's bones. "You are a candle trying to fight the dark."
"I am the King of Man!" Ren roared. He activated his Wind Speed. He struck with his Iron Fist.
His fist passed through Death's robe. Where his skin touched the shadow, it turned black. The rust accelerated. His hand crumbled into dust.
Ren screamed. He cut off his own hand before the rot reached his elbow.
"Go home," Death said gently. "Make a coffin. It is the only throne that lasts."
Ren fled. He ran faster than the wind, terrifyingly afraid.