Chapitre 824: A Coversation With Death's Avatar

In the eerie silence that followed the battle's fury, Lenny's confrontation with the Avatar of Death unfolded with an intensity that transcended the physical realm. 

The entity, a visage of black miasma where a face ought to be, seemed impervious to Lenny's grasp, her form an enigma wrapped in shadow.

 Despite the force with which Lenny had brought her down, creating a crater as testament to his power, his touch seemed to clutch at nothing but smoke. 

Yet, her response was not of distress but of amusement, a laughter that resonated with a dark, playful edge.

Adorned in attire that whispered of eternal night, her presence alone was enough to leech the life from Lenny, his vitality seeping away at her mere touch. 

The alarms from the Satan system underscored the grave threat she posed, not just to his physical form but to his very essence.