"Hahaha fool killing or destroying me would grant the mortals immortality. Only gods can be immortal. You know nothing of the meaning of life. And as Far as chambers what chambers we are out in the wilderness while my wraithes cause a massive panic." Darkos cloak and hood flowed in the winds. His armor didn't even shine with the light hit it. A book hanging on his side, "and as far as returning these souls to their rightful place. I will be doing that in the underworld my home. My domain." A scythe appeared. A dreaded weapon feared by both god and mortal alike. Even the dead feared it. It was bound to darko. The dreaded weapon glowed with amazing power "and as far as fighting goes don't worry. A fight will be happening. But the god of Champions is my fight. Not the god of magic play things." The scythe rippled with power as the souls of the family he consumed the souls of flowed into it. He lifted the dreaded weapon and swung it and ripped open the fabric of the world and revealed the underworld. "Wraithes return home. The mortal world knows a blight is on this land. And my lands are still to be feared." A horde of wraithes flew into the underworld "have fun gods of light hahahahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" He walked into the underworld and the torn fabric entrance vanished.