Raigor - The Final Challenge in the Afterlife
Raigor holds the Herb of the Eternals in his hands, his heart pounding. He has almost completed the test... but the air around him changes.
A shadow lengthens in front of him, darker than the night itself. From the fog emerges an imposing figure, wrapped in a black cloak, with a gigantic scythe in his hands.
The Reaper.
"No one takes anything from the Afterlife without paying a price." His voice is the whisper of death itself. "What life will you offer in exchange?"
Raigor grit his teeth. He can't sacrifice anyone. But he knows the Reaper won't let him go that easily.
The battle begins.
The Reaper is as fast as the wind, his scythe slicing through space itself, leaving wounds that burn with ghostly energy. Raigor parries with all his strength, but each attack slowly drains him of energy.
He realizes that he can't win with brute force.
Then he remembers the words of the Pink Dragon: "Not everything is won with strength."
Raigor lowers his fists.
"I won't offer any life, but I can offer you something more precious."
The Reaper pauses, curious. "And what could you possibly offer me, warrior?"
Raigor looks straight into his dark eyes. "A promise. My destiny does not end today, but one day I will come to give myself to you. And on that day... I will not resist."
Silence.
Then... the Reaper smiles.
"Interesting. A warrior who accepts his end before it arrives."
The scythe vanishes.
"Go away, Raigor. But remember: I will come for you when the time comes."
With a shiver down his spine, Raigor feels his body being dragged away from the Otherworld. The last thing he sees is the Reaper watching him… with a smirk hidden under his hood.
The test is over. But the debt to death has been sealed.