Death

*Death* The silence was oppressive, a heavy stillness that foretold the coming of the end. And then, Death, the fourth and final Horseman, emerged from the darkness. His face was a map of cruelty, etched by the suffering of countless souls. His voice was a cold fury, a promise of annihilation. With a mere thought, he summoned an army of skeletons, their bony fingers grasping for the living. The earth trembled, knowing that the final judgment was at hand.