The Inheritance of the God of Death
When the great trident fell in front of Minos, the surroundings shook, revealing the great weight of that thing, which, if not for the help of the Spatial Kingdom ring, he would not have been able to hold.
But as Minos stayed on his knees, breathing fast and exhausted, the vertical tomb on that cliff began to glow in white light at the place from where that weapon had departed.
There was a skeleton sitting on a throne, which due to the glow in question, looked less and less 'dead' and more and more alive.
The Trident of the Devil then floated back to that skeleton's right hand, while the black mist helped to outline that being's body as it had been in the past.
"You don't have much time. The curse of this place will return to normal in a week." A voice full of depth reached Minos' ears as that creature's jaw moved. "When that happens, you won't have the same 'luck' as today."