"𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡"

Chapter 8: The Final Stand

The heart of Ivonmoure was ablaze with conflict. Thane and Suna stood resolute against the overwhelming presence of Fane Wilothar. The God of Death's dark aura suffused the air, a chilling reminder of the danger they faced. Every clash of magic, every strike of sword met with a formidable resistance from Fane.

Thane and Suna fought side by side, their movements synchronized despite the chaos. Suna's magic blazed with defiant brilliance, while Thane's dark energy surged around him like a storm. They defended each other with a determination born of desperation.

Yet, as the battle raged on, it became clear that their efforts were not enough. Fane's power was overwhelming, a relentless tide of destruction. Suna was growing weaker, her wounds taking a toll on her stamina. She stumbled, barely managing to ward off another strike from Fane.

"Stay with me, Suna!" Thane shouted, desperation lacing his voice.

"I'm... trying," she gasped, her strength waning.

The fight seemed unwinnable. Thane could feel the weight of impending defeat pressing down on them. In a moment of sheer agony, Thane experienced a blank space in his mind—a void where memories of his past life surged forward like a torrent. Visions of ancient battles, of gods fallen by his hand, and of the power he wielded in his previous existence engulfed him.

Fueled by a newfound rage and desperation, Thane's aura intensified, shifting into an ethereal, dark form. His eyes glowed with a blinding intensity as he activated Divine Darkness, a power he had not accessed in centuries. The sheer force of his fury and sorrow surged against Fane, overpowering the God of Death with a torrent of relentless darkness.

Fane's power crumbled under the assault, and with a final, devastating blow, he was vanquished. The dark god's form disintegrated, leaving behind only a whisper of his dark essence. Yet, the tremendous power required to defeat him took its toll on Thane.

Exhausted and overwhelmed, Thane collapsed to the ground, his breathing labored. The immense energy had pushed his limits beyond what he could bear. Suna, battered and bleeding, rushed to his side, tears streaming down her face.

"Thane!" she cried, cradling him in her arms.

Thane's gaze met hers with a pained but resolute expression. "Take this watch," he said, his voice weak but urgent. "Travel back in time. It's almost his time. I need a Grim Reaper... my past life needs it."

His hand weakly extended the watch towards her, its surface glinting ominously. Thane's breath grew shallower, his life slipping away as the world around him began to fade. With a final, sorrowful glance, Thane's eyes closed, and he breathed his last.

Suna clutched the watch tightly, her tears mingling with the blood on her face. She activated the watch, feeling its magic envelop her as time itself seemed to fold and twist. The world blurred into a whirl of light and shadow before settling into a new, unfamiliar landscape.

When the spinning stopped, Suna found herself standing in an abandoned church, its grand arches and crumbling walls silent witnesses to a forgotten era. The air was thick with dust, and the light filtering through the broken windows cast eerie patterns on the floor