The blade of the Black Scythe was embedded deep, piercing skin, tearing flesh, and locking right between Elian's collarbone and left shoulder.  The sound of tearing muscle clashed with the sound of cracking bone. Fresh blood sprayed out, but the color was no longer pure red. The blood was a mixture of liquid gold from the Divine Vessel forced to endure, and the pitch black from the curse of decay brought by the weapon of the God of Death. The distance between them was now zero. Yama, The Ruler of the Underworld who had claimed trillions of lives during his existence on the throne of the god of death, now fell silent seeing the reckless action of the creature he considered trash. The two gray dots behind his dark hood widened. This was an anomaly that had never existed in cosmic history. Death was never invited in. Death was never intentionally embraced.  This mortal creature in front of him

The ruined throne room of Themis's Palace suddenly fell silent. The cheers of victory from the fifty Thunder Revenants, Vara, and Agus were swallowed by a cosmic phenomenon now occurring right in the middle of the sea of dead gods. From the hole in the palace ceiling, a pillar of light descended, shining straight onto the pile of ash remaining from Yama's existence.  The light wasn't holy white, nor was it golden. The light was pitch black. However, strangely enough, the darkness radiating from the pillar didn't carry an aura of decay or cold terror like when the God of Death was alive. Instead, the black pillar of light felt incredibly warm and soothing, like a thick blanket covering the body after an exhausting overtime shift in the pouring rain. The black light enveloped the 'Crown of Death', shaped like a dark energy ring floating statically above the marble floor. Elian stood frozen, fatigu