✨🌌FantaSpace🌌✨: Whooel, The Thing-Bound Death

"But..w—why can't you do...do it?" It was hard to keep focus on the presence of Death, difficult not to fall into the cold. The Hero shivers, and coughs. He feels as if his lungs are filled with ice.

"So small...yet you need my help, no?"

The Hero collapses onto his knees, from the devastating chill of Death's ever-so-growing presence. He clenches his chattering teeth. "Then why not just leave you here and go on about my journey to slay it myself?"

"Ah, o'foo-lish thing, of flesh and hubris," it wheezes a long, ageful chuckle. "Tell me, what shall you slay without death?"