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Bellarine tried to heal Franken's core, using her powers to mend his wounds as well.
"B-Bellarine…!" Franken muttered.
How long had it been? How long since she had shown any concern for him?
She used to be such a worrywart, always scolding them for being reckless, using her powers to stitch their wounded souls back together.
Where had it all gone wrong?
When had… they become like this?
Amid his madness, Franken began to realize he had once been a simple farmer in the living world.
"Bellarine…"
And Bellarine had been…
CRASH!
"G-Guhhh?"
Before Franken's eyes, a sword of gleaming starlight pierced Bellarine's soul core. Her nether core leaked energy and began to shatter slowly.
"A-Ah… A-Atrokus…?"
She turned slowly, gazing at Atrokus writhing in agony and despair, fighting a power that had seized control of him.
He couldn't stop it.
He simply couldn't.
"A-AAHH…! S-STOP…! NNNGH…! W-WHAT IS THIS?! WHAT'S…!"
