Barren wastelands, shadowed skies, your time has come, mortal being. Your fate is sealed, marked by the hands of darkness. The Revenant's vengeance knows no bounds, lurking in the shadows, ready to strike. Your existence is but a mere blip in the grand scheme of things, soon to be erased by the cold embrace of death. Embrace your end, for the Revenant's blade is sharp and unforgiving. Skinbag, prepare to meet your demise at the hands of the undying revenant.