Scythe & Shadows: The Reapers Awakening

The dungeon entrance loomed before Yami like the gaping maw of a beast, carved from ancient stone and covered in eerie, glowing runes. A cold wind seeped out from within, carrying the faint stench of decay. The god's voice echoed in his mind:

"Step forward, Reaper. Death awaits."

Yami sighed, rolling his shoulders. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. Kill things, get stronger. You don't have to make it sound so ominous."

With no other choice, he stepped inside.

The moment he crossed the threshold, the air around him changed. The light from the outside world was swallowed instantly, replaced by flickering blue torches lining the stone walls. The path ahead stretched into darkness, and distant growls rumbled through the cavernous corridors.

Yami glanced down at his hands, flexing his fingers. That weird power from before—the scythe—had felt so natural, like an extension of himself. But was it enough?

Guess I'll find out.

A sudden scuttling noise made him freeze. From the shadows, three goblins crept forward, their beady yellow eyes locking onto him. They were small, hunched creatures with greenish skin, jagged teeth, and crude, rusted daggers in their hands. They let out a series of guttural hisses before charging.

Yami exhaled. "Three goblins, huh? That's not too bad."

He raised his hand, focusing on the cold energy within him. Black mist swirled around his palm, shaping into the same scythe from before—its jagged, dark blade gleamed under the torchlight.

The goblins rushed forward, weapons raised.

Yami took a single step forward—then vanished.

In an instant, he reappeared behind the goblins, his scythe already swinging.

SLASH!

The first goblin's head flew clean off, its body collapsing before it even realized what had happened. The second goblin barely had time to shriek before Yami spun his scythe backward, impaling it through the chest. The third goblin panicked, turning to flee—only for a shadowy chain to shoot from Yami's free hand, wrapping around its leg and yanking it back.

"Where do you think you're going?" Yami smirked.

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled the chain tight, sending the goblin flying toward him—straight into his waiting scythe.

A quick, clean cut. Silence followed.

The goblins' bodies dissolved into black mist, leaving behind three glowing soul fragments hovering in the air. They looked like small orbs of swirling darkness, pulsing faintly.

Yami tilted his head. "Huh. Loot drops?"

He reached out, and the orbs absorbed into his body. Instantly, a familiar voice rang in his mind.

"Soul Absorbed. Reaper's Will +1%."

Yami blinked. "Wait, I have a percentage system?" He clenched his fist, feeling a tiny surge of power course through him. It wasn't much, but it was there—like a drop in an ocean slowly filling up.

"Okay, so the more I kill, the more of the god's power I unlock." He smirked. "Now this is my kind of leveling system."

He turned his gaze toward the depths of the dungeon. More growls echoed from further in. If this was just the first wave of monsters, then things were about to get a lot more interesting.

Gripping his scythe, Yami strode forward.

Time to reap.

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