The horns of Sovngarde continued to play, and voices rose with them, chanting the ethereal battle music of the ancient Nords. As the spectral warriors took up formation around him, Dromaeus straightened up, fighting the black aura, and grinned at Regulus.
"No, beast. You will not win this time. Do you know why? Because even if you slay me, I will die a warrior. My reward will be eternal glory in Sovngarde. So I face you now with no fear in my heart, because if I must die, I will not suffer. You will have no nourishment from me!" His voice rose to join those of the Nords as he lunged with the soul trap dagger raised high and the ancient heroes at his back.
In space, the Reapers came into visual range of the other starship and came to a halt, regarding it with malignant sentience across the cold void.