"𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡"

Chapter 7: The Dead and the Amethyst

He visited Suna as soon as he was able, finding her propped up in a bed across the infirmary. Her face was pale, but she greeted him with a determined smile.

"You're a sight for sore eyes," she teased, though her voice was weak.

"Likewise," Thane replied, sitting beside her. "I'm sorry I got you involved in this."

Suna shook her head. "You didn't drag me into anything I wasn't already prepared for. We're in this together, Thane. Whether you like it or not."

They shared a moment of silence, the weight of their situation hanging between them.

"What do you know about this 'Dead God' business?" Suna finally asked.

Thane hesitated, searching for the right words. "It's...complicated. I am the Grim Reaper of Gods. I wield a power that commands the end of divine lives. I've traveled through time and accidentally ended up in your timeline. I reaped a god's soul here, one that you knew, but I haven't revealed who it was."

"So Fane is here because of that?" Suna asked, her eyes widening.

"Yes," Thane confirmed. "Fane has followed me through time. He's here to kill me—an old nemesis seeking revenge. I thought I had left that world behind, but it seems he has other plans."

"So, what do we do?" Suna asked, her eyes fixed on his.

Thane took a deep breath, feeling the magic simmer beneath his skin. "We fight. We find allies, learn more about Fane's plans, and prepare for his return."

Suna nodded, her resolve unwavering. "Then let's get to work."

Over the following days, they gathered information, reaching out to old contacts and seeking new allies within Ivonmoure. Thane's reputation as the Grim Reaper of Gods helped open some doors, though it also drew wary glances from those who feared the darkness he wielded.

Their investigations led them to the city's ancient archives, where they unearthed tales of Fane Wilothar's past—a god feared for his dominion over death, whose return heralded destruction and chaos.

"We need to find a way to counter his power," Thane mused, scanning a dusty tome that detailed arcane defenses against divine entities.

Suna leaned over the book, tracing the diagrams with her finger. "There are spells here that could help. But we'll need time to prepare and someone who can channel them effectively."

Thane nodded, determination steeling his heart. "We have a week. Let's make it count."

As the days passed, Thane and Suna honed their magic, their bond strengthening as they trained together. The Kingdom buzzed with activity, the guards readying for the confrontation they knew was coming.

Finally, the appointed day arrived. The city was tense, a palpable anticipation in the air. Thane and Suna stood side by side at the heart of Ivonmoure, prepared to face whatever Fane might unleash.

When the God of Death appeared once more, his presence a chilling shadow over the Kingdom, Thane stepped forward to meet him. The power within him surged, a dark tide he now embraced with clarity and purpose.

"Fane Wilothar," Thane called, his voice steady. "You've come for a fight, and you'll have it. But I won't stand alone."

As Suna joined him, the air crackled with magic, a beacon of defiance against the encroaching darkness. The battle would be fierce, but together, they stood ready to defy fate and carve their own path in the face of a god.