The onslaught finally stopped which was a massive relief. The shield was cracked like an eggshell but still held. My robes were ruined, more so than before. There were burnt black spots all over my pale skin from the sparks. My body hurt; both from my previous exertions and the battle against a god. If it was anyone else against Death, I don’t believe it would have been much of a fight. Hell, I wasn’t sure how I was surviving as long as I have. I was but a lone Archfey when my people have sent armies and rained destruction upon him to little effect apparently. 