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For the first time in centuries, Xel'Kazur felt something he had long believed was beneath him—fear.

Jack remained on the temple's balcony, smirking, watching as Amaterasu and Kali descended the grand staircase toward the so-called Deathlord. The contrast was almost absurd—Xel'Kazur, draped in his tattered black robes, his decayed aura warping the very air around him, facing two divine beings who did not take him seriously in the slightest.

His necrotic energy swirled violently, summoning a wave of black mist, a cloud of death meant to consume the souls of all who stood in its wake.

Amaterasu merely lifted a hand.

With a flick of her wrist, the mist vanished, burning away instantly as if it had never existed. The air around them grew hot, too radiant for undeath to exist in her presence.

Xel'Kazur stumbled back.

"You—"

He didn't get to finish.

Kali moved first. One moment, she was at the base of the stairs. The next, she was in front of him, her knee burying itself into his gut with such force that the air ruptured around them.

Xel'Kazur gagged, his vision going black for a second as the shockwave from the hit rattled his very bones.

Kali laughed mockingly, grinning as she stepped back, watching him double over.

"What's the matter, Deathlord? I thought you were supposed to be unstoppable."

Xel'Kazur coughed, rage and panic flashing in his undead eyes. He thrust his hand, summoning the dead from the soil beneath them. Skeletal warriors burst from the ground, their armor clanking, their empty eyesockets glowing with unnatural fire.

Hundreds of them.

The entire courtyard was soon swarmed with the undead, and Xel'Kazur sneered. "You will all kneel!"

Amaterasu sighed.

Then she raised her hand, and the sun itself answered.

A pillar of golden fire erupted from the sky, instantly obliterating the entire horde. The shockwave from the divine flames rippled through the air, sending dust and debris flying.

When the light faded, nothing remained.

No bones. No ashes.

Just silence.

Xel'Kazur's breathing hitched. He took a step back. Then another.

"This… this is not possible…"

Kali stretched, rolling her shoulders. "Oh, it's possible. You're just weak."

Xel'Kazur snarled, summoning more power. Dark lightning crackled in his hands as he hurled a wave of necrotic energy at Kali.

She let it hit her.

The energy slammed into her chest, wrapping around her like chains of pure death, trying to drain her essence.

Kali tilted her head.

Then she flexed, and the dark chains shattered instantly.

Xel'Kazur's jaw dropped.

Kali grinned, stepping toward him slowly, deliberately. "Oh, you poor thing. Did you think that would work?"

She moved.

Faster than his undeath-enhanced reflexes could register.

Her fist slammed into his face, shattering his jaw and sending him flying through the air. He crashed into a stone pillar, the impact splintering the structure into rubble.

He coughed up black ichor, staggering back to his feet, his necrotic bones reforming slowly. He tried to speak, but his jaw hadn't finished healing yet.

Amaterasu appeared beside him in a flash of golden light, grabbing him by the throat.

Xel'Kazur choked, his entire body convulsing as divine energy burned through him. It wasn't just pain—it was annihilation, the erasure of his very essence.

Amaterasu leaned in, her golden eyes glowing brighter than the sun. "You should have stayed dead."

She hurled him into the sky, his body spinning violently, and before he could even process what was happening—

Kali appeared above him.

Her heel crashed into his chest, slamming him back into the earth, shattering the ground beneath him.

Xel'Kazur groaned, his body barely keeping itself together. Panic now overwhelmed his thoughts.

This wasn't a battle.

It was a joke.

His existence had been reduced to a plaything for them.

He had never been so utterly outclassed.

From above, Jack laughed, the amusement clear in his voice. "You came here acting like a god, but you're nothing but a pest."

Xel'Kazur trembled.

He needed to retreat. Now.

Summoning every ounce of his remaining energy, he conjured a portal, trying to flee into the void.

But the moment the rift opened, Kali's hand grabbed his skull.

His body froze.

Her grip tightened.

She leaned in, her green eyes gleaming. "You think you get to run?"

Xel'Kazur screamed.

A sound not of defiance.

But pure, undiluted terror.

Xel'Kazur's body was broken.

Not in the way mortals suffered when their flesh was torn, or their bones shattered—no, his essence itself had been fractured. He was not just a necromancer; he was a god, a being who had twisted death itself to his will. But now, he was a prisoner.

Chains of divine energy wrapped around his form, burning with the radiance of Amaterasu's fire and the raw, crushing force of Kali's destruction. They weren't just binding his body—they were suppressing him, weakening him at the very core of his being. He could not escape.

He hung suspended inside Aetheria's Grand Temple; his arms spread apart, his feet barely touching the floor. The very walls of the temple pulsed with power—sigils of warding, divine circles meant to restrain even the strongest creatures. The room was filled with the soft glow of enchanted torches, casting long shadows as Jack and his closest companions surrounded the defeated necromancer.

Jack stood at the forefront, completely at ease, his golden eyes flickering with amusement as he watched the so-called Deathlord struggle.

"Well, this is new." Jack tilted his head, smirking. "The all-powerful Xel'Kazur strung up like a lowly thief caught stealing from the wrong god."

Xel'Kazur hissed, his skeletal-like fingers curling against the chains. Even now, his pride wouldn't let him submit easily.

"Enjoy your mockery while you can, usurper. It will be short-lived." His voice was ragged but still laced with venom. "You think this means victory? You know nothing of the abyss, of what lurks beyond your sight."

Kali rolled her eyes, arms crossed. "That's funny. Because you looked pretty damn helpless when I was bouncing your skull off the ground."

Amaterasu stood beside her, expression unreadable, but the glow of her golden eyes was piercing. "He wouldn't have come here if it wasn't important." She stepped closer, her radiant aura pressing down on Xel'Kazur like the sun's weight. "Where were you? What gave you the strength to return?"

The necromancer laughed, though the sound was strained, as though it cost him greatly. "Do you believe I will just tell you? I have endured torments far greater than anything you can conjure. The abyss does not give up its secrets so easily."

Jack chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, I think you misunderstood something. We're not asking."

Kali moved first.

She stepped forward, gripping his jaw with one hand, her fingers crushing against the decayed flesh of his form.

"You think pain means something to you?" she whispered, her emerald eyes narrowing. "You don't even know what suffering is."

And then she tightened her grip.

The room shook.

Xel'Kazur's body seized violently, his entire being writhing as Kali crushed his essence, not just his form. He had never felt anything like it. It wasn't physical—it was something deeper that tore at his very foundation as a god.

He let out a choked sound, his glowing eyes flaring wide. "Y-you… can't…!"

Kali grinned. "Oh, I can. And I will."

She released him, letting him sag slightly in the chains, his entire form trembling from the aftershocks of what she had just done to him.

Amaterasu stepped forward next. She raised a single hand, and a small ember of golden fire appeared from her palm. It was tiny, barely the size of a coin.

And yet, Xel'Kazur screamed the moment he saw it.

"No—NO! Get that thing AWAY from me!" He struggled, thrashing, trying to writhe away, but the chains held him firm.

Amaterasu smirked. "Funny. A god of undeath, afraid of a little light."

She flicked her fingers.

The ember floated toward him, hovering just inches from his chest. His form recoiled violently, his entire existence screaming in rejection of its presence.
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Jack watched, arms crossed, thoroughly enjoying himself. "It's adorable how you thought you were untouchable. But let's get to the point."

He leaned forward. "Tell us where you were hiding."

Xel'Kazur snarled, but the fear was now visible in his movements. "You don't understand. That place is not meant for mortals, not meant even for the gods."

Kali punched him again—this time in the ribs, sending cracks through his necrotic structure.

"You don't get to decide what we're meant for." She cracked her knuckles. "Start talking."

Xel'Kazur gasped, his form barely holding together. "A… a tomb…" he finally spat out, his resistance breaking.

Jack arched a brow. "A tomb? You were hiding in a tomb?"

Xel'Kazur shook his head, struggling to focus through the pain. "Not just any tomb. A prison. A place where the dead do not stay dead." His glowing eyes flickered. "A place that should never have been disturbed."

Amaterasu's expression hardened. "What kind of prison?"

Xel'Kazur hesitated for only a moment.

Then, he finally spoke the words that sent a chill through the air.

"It is a place where the Old Ones slumber. The ones who were never meant to awaken."

Silence fell over the chamber.

Jack exchanged a glance with Kali and Amaterasu.

Then he grinned.

"Well, now… that sounds like fun."