I am the Lord of Death
"I am the Lord of Death," Ossa exclaimed, clasping his hands together.
The inextinguishable sun shrunk within its barrier of crimson red blood, the moon-like mass now the size of a baseball.
It flew out of its blood prison and into the hands of its creator. "As long as you inhabit Terra, you are subject to my power," Ossa stated, his emerald eyes glowing with a golden hue, the entirety of his body doing the same. His cloak and boots were long destroyed, leaving him stark naked.
"Divine energy?!" the prince exclaimed in horror. Ossa's divine energy was close to the purest form of mana, creato, a power strong enough to bring the prince unbearable pain yet not enough to kill him.
The golden aura around Ossa changed from a pure, holy gold to a dark, malicious purple—the color of death.
The prince, who had felt fear earlier, now felt dread. He, the strongest under the skies of Terra, was about to meet his end.