Death moved.
There was no warning. No shift of weight. No gathering of energy. Just movement that was almost too fast for the eye to follow.
The air cracked, and the Seven reacted instantly.
One of them threw up his hands and ripped open a portal behind them. It spiraled into existence, violet and wild, crackling unstably from how fast it had been created.
The Rank 9 didn't hesitate. He dove inside the portal, and it became a free for all. Someone grabbed another, pushing them as they jumped through.
The man who had created the portal was shoved to the side. He stumbled, falling to his knees in the snow as Death's aura finally reached them.
"No!" He screamed, and the next instant, he collapsed, dead before he hit the ground.
Another of the Seven, the one who had pushed him, tried to leap away. He made it half a step before the edge of the aura touched his heel.
He fell midair, his body folding like a marionette with cut strings.
Dead.
