Seeing as that you are of limited intelligence, I would give you the chance to reword your official declaration of war against Exander. However, seeing as that I don't like you, I will hold you to your word.
In essence, what you have done is declare war against the entire Kharon guild, as we take care of our own. I will issure forth the command to see you dead, by any means necessary, as often as possible.

This is a war without end, you see. Our victory terms will be you becoming unranked in the great land, as you fall into nothingness. Or perhaps, you agreeing to never drop grace again, which I feel is the more realistic choice.

I can see the smile on obliteration's face. I am sure He will welcome you into the spiraling descent with a wink, and a wry grin.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Valnuary, in the year 243 AF.