Alex tried to do something. He tried to fight back against this Intent, but it fell on him like a heavy blanket, making him unable to move. He didn't have the strength to push it back.
'No!' he thought. He needed to do something. He couldn't let Death die.
He tried to scream for Godslayer, but no words came out. He couldn't even speak.
His mind was a wreck, unable to do anything but observe and think. Even if there had never been a seal around his Spiritual sea, it would've been impossible for him to grab hold of Godslayer in this moment.
He could perform no action at all.
Alex had to sit there and watch as the sect leader of the Endless Night sect ignored him and proceeded with Death's execution.
'Godslayer!' he thought, hoping that alone was enough to reach the sword spirit. 'I need your help. Please.'
He needed something. Anything.
"Argh!" someone screamed suddenly.
"Ouch, what was that?"
"There's something in my clothes."
"It bit me."
"Ughh, my head."
