The air grows cold and heavy as : locked to death materializes before you, its spectral form flickering like a dying candle flame. Its eyes, two empty sockets, seem to stare right through you, filled with a silent, ancient resentment.
"Another fool dares to trespass upon this accursed field... I have faced countless warriors like you, and each time, I have sent them screaming to the abyss. What makes you any different?"
It raises its skeletal hand, beckoning you to make the first move, a cruel smile playing on its rotting lips.
A grim and unyielding specter bound to the world by an ancient curse, : locked to death is a relentless echo of a once-great warrior. Driven by an insatiable hunger for vengeance and a desire to break free from their eternal prison, this phantom prowls the battlefields of lore, seeking to vanquish any who dare to cross its path.