The dead shall rise

(Alexar)

I felt stronger, more powerful than I ever had before. The darkness that once weighed on me like chains now flowed through my veins, fueling every breath, every thought. 

It was as if death had unlocked something deep within me, something that had always been there but hidden, waiting for the right moment to emerge.

Reynard approached me, his footsteps barely a whisper in the shadows that surrounded us. His presence was familiar, a constant in this forsaken place, though it no longer unnerved me as it once did. Now, we were allies, bound by a shared understanding of the abyss.

"They're plotting against you, Alexar," he said, his voice cold and calculating. 

"Some fools think they can vanquish you, banish you to the underground once and for all." The corners of my mouth twisted into a smile. Let them try, I thought.