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Beneath the ragged black robe lay an ethereal, mist-like form. A ghostly blue flame flickered within the dark hood, while a massive, two-meter-long scythe blazed with an unreal, white-hot fire. Shadows occasionally appeared within the flames, emitting agonized wails—these were the reaped souls.

The skeletal warhorse, long decayed to nothing but bones, whinnied and gently pawed at the ground