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The lamb stood face to face with the monstrous form of the god of death. A bead of sweat rolled down Uan’s face as he readied his weapon.

"You think the three of you are a match for me?!" The One Who Waits laughed mockingly, his voice bellowing out over the realm.

"Three...?" Uan repeated before feeling a hand land on his right shoulder. He turned to see Rem giving him a stern look. "We told you to wait." The ram stated, their voice coming out raspy as they chose not to communicate with their crown.

Another hand landed on Uan’s other shoulder, and he turned to see Lambe. "You don't have to do this alone."

Uan nodded. "Yeah... Sorry guys."

The lamb turned his attention back to the god in front of him.

"We're in this together."