[Determination Meter: 90/100]
Alex's eyes narrowed as they fell on the glowing meter flickering beside him.
No one had explained what this was, not even a hint.
But deep within, instinct spoke louder than any guide or instruction.
This was his domain, his space, his will.
And right now, he needed it more than anything.
Without hesitation, Alex pushed forward, cutting through the air like a blade unleashed, his grip tightening around the [Scythe of Hatred] as he slashed toward Nocteron, the so-called [God of Death].
Fwish! Slash!
The blade howled as it cleaved through Nocteron's twisted form, slicing the deity clean in half before he could even process the attack.
But the victory was fleeting.
As expected, Nocteron's body began to stitch itself together mid-air, green soul energy fusing his split halves as if nothing had happened.
"You still don't get it?" Nocteron snarled, his voice echoing with malice.
