Anubis Reaper

The chamber was filled with soft prayers as Anubis stepped out from the shadows, his jackal helm gleaming in the torchlight. His followers knelt before him, heads bowed, listening in reverence.
“Mortals,” his words echoed through the chamber, heavy as stone. “You come seeking my favor, believing that by serving me, you may escape the inevitable. But death is not a mercy to be granted or withheld. It is a force—an unrelenting certainty. And I, its master, choose who will rise… and who will fall.”

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