Death Reverence's body exuded a terrifying aura, and it did not help that his red eyes sparkled from behind his helmet, along with a visible breath of decay emitting from his mouth. A small vortex appeared right in front of Death Reverence, from which he slowly retrieved a black sword more than two meters long.
"Before, I wanted to be perfect and capture you alive and intact," Death Reverence said, his voice echoing as if thousands of souls were speaking simultaneously. "But, there is no need. It's fine if you're missing a limb or two; no, it's better this way. I can repair you using my Lord's Death Power, turning you into the perfect vessel in the process."
