•REINCARNATED• | Tower Of God OC Story x Reincarnation AU |

Anaria(1)

Goruro's Ship

Anaria's presence loomed over Kirin as she stood before him, an embodiment of eerie calm. She looked down at him, her voice dripping with ominous finality.

"Any last words, Kirin?"

Kirin couldn't help but chuckle in disbelief, even as his life hung in the balance. "Are you joking? Who are you?"

Anaria remained unfazed, her expression unyielding. "I am the grim reaper of the Tower, and today, I've decided to claim your life."

With Kirin's desperate command, Haetae lunged at Anaria, its massive form crashing towards her. Anaria moved with uncanny grace and agility, evading the beast's attack like a delicate butterfly fluttering away from danger.

In a fluid motion, Anaria summoned her weapon, the formidable Scythe known as The Blaze Reaper. The scythe was an imposing sight, its blade shimmering with an ominous, fiery aura. Anaria wielded it expertly, and with a swift, deadly arc, she brought it down upon Haetae.

The scythe's blade met Haetae's neck with a sickening, fiery burst. In an instant, Haetae's head was cleanly severed from its body, and the majestic creature crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

The battlefield fell silent, the once ferocious Haetae now defeated by the fearsome power of The Blaze Reaper. Kirin's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he witnessed the grim reaper of the Tower claim one of his most loyal and powerful allies.

Anaria stood amid the aftermath, her presence an embodiment of death's inevitability. Her gaze remained fixed on Kirin, a chilling reminder that in the Tower, even the mightiest could be brought to their knees by the hand of fate.

Anaria fixed her chilling gaze upon Kirin, her scythe still aglow with fiery energy. The warning in her words was unmistakable, hanging heavily in the air like an unshakable omen.

"You are next," she declared, her voice carrying the weight of impending doom. In that moment, Kirin understood the gravity of his situation. He had crossed a line from which there would be no return, and now, the retribution of the grim reaper herself loomed over him.

Kirin's composure wavered, his bravado replaced by the stark realization of his own mortality. Anaria's presence was a harbinger of the Tower's relentless judgment, and her words were a promise of the fate that awaited him.

As Kirin launched an attack, the very air around Anaria seemed to shift and distort, a shroud of darkness enveloping her like an impenetrable shield. This was no ordinary defense; it was a manifestation of an ancient and forbidden power, something the Tower itself had never witnessed – Demonic Cultivation.

As Anaria faced Kirin, her scythe, The Blaze Reaper, radiated a malevolent energy, and her crimson butterfly wings, attached to her neck, shimmered with an otherworldly glow. The very air quivered in anticipation as Anaria prepared her final, devastating strike.

With an elegant and deadly grace, she raised her scythe high, its blade burning like a blazing inferno. The world seemed to hold its breath as Anaria unleashed her technique – the Crimson Flutter Infernal Dance.

In a blinding display of power, Anaria swung her scythe in a swift and mesmerizing pattern, the blade leaving trails of crimson flames in its wake. With each strike, the very fabric of reality quivered, and the Tower itself trembled as if acknowledging the immense force being wielded.

As the final arc of her scythe descended upon Kirin, a wave of searing, crimson energy erupted from the blade. The force of her attack was cataclysmic, a torrent of relentless flames that engulfed Kirin in an all-consuming inferno.