The Divine Undertaker
He promptly turned, only to find himself starting into Caleb's eyes.
Eyes that left him scared shitless!
"Caleb… Crawford!!!"
The patriarch's gnashing teeth barely breathed the feared name.
Soon, the world before his eyes was infinite darkness, as his head fell from his body!
World Burial Sword, First Style—Death Snap!
At Caleb's call, the patriarch's headless body had reached him, and he reached out, grabbing it and throwing it into the Coffin of the Gods.
"I've prepared a coffin for y'all—how's that for sincerity?"