"You are quite perceptive," a chilling voice echoed through the chamber.
The adventurers turned sharply, only to see the Sword Revenant's shattered body rising from the ground. His once-cracked form began to mend itself, dark energy swirling around him like a sinister storm. His sunken eyes gleamed with amusement as he regarded them.
"Did you truly think," he said with a smirk, his tone dripping with condescension, "that you could defeat me so easily? If I could be killed so simply, would I have remained here, slaying countless Ascenders over the years?"
The Revenant gestured dismissively, and his broken throne reconstructed itself in an instant. He sat upon it once more, exuding an aura of smug superiority.
"As you can see," he continued, "I am far more than a mere mortal foe. I possess not one but three lives, mortals," he declared, his voice laced with dark amusement. "And now, you shall witness the power that has brought doom to so many before you."
