The grand temple stood in eerie silence, its marble walls adorned with colossal angelic figures that seemed to guard the sacred space. Among them, Derek walked with an air of nonchalance, his gaze fixed on the towering figure before him. His steps were deliberate, each footfall echoing faintly in the vast chamber.
As Derek drew nearer, the massive angelic statue, previously imposing and serene, now betrayed a hint of apprehension in its stony countenance. It had witnessed Derek's display of power, reducing two of its brethren to dust with an effortless gesture. Against such a force, even this mighty statue felt a tremor of fear.
Sensing the statue's unease, Derek's lips curled into a cruel smirk. He relished in the unease he instilled, reveling in the power he held over the seemingly invulnerable.
"Death is the only certainty in this world," he sneered, his voice laced with a chilling certainty. "That's why I always prevail."