"Mr. God of Death, Hades… I'd like to have a word with you."
Alex's voice echoed through the hospital room, low but firm.
For a moment, nothing happened.
No divine voice. No system message. No tremor in the air.
One long minute passed in complete silence.
Azrael stood to the side, watching. 'Yeah… he's not sane,' he thought. 'Calling out to a god like that? Maybe that's why he hasn't killed me yet. He's too broken to care.'
Then it happened.
A black aura erupted around Alex—dense, suffocating, and ancient. It surged outward like a living storm and swallowed him whole.
"Alex! What are you doing?!" Azrael shouted, instinctively rushing forward.
Before he could reach him, the dark sphere pulsed once and hurled Azrael away like a rag doll. He slammed into the wall, sliding down with a groan as the world spun around him.
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Meanwhile When Alex opened his eyes again, the hospital room was gone.
