"You're right, doing so won't be able to bring Nidhogg back to life. It needs a source of life—a fountain with immense vitality."
Through the vessel of "Nidhogg," Ragman's laughter echoed through the night sky.
"Thanks to divine providence, in Transjordan, I found such a source of life—the great oak that stands in the desert, regarded as a miracle by the foolish."
"In mythology, Nidhogg devours the World Tree, and my Nidhogg will also devour this Tree of Life. Then, you'll have the honor of witnessing the tremendous success of human transmutation. I will, like a creator, forge a new, powerful life!"
Nishaya's heart suddenly sank.
…
The next morning.
Losa stood with a golden crown on his head and a black cloak on his shoulders in front of Saint Andrew's Cathedral.
In front of him were the Farmer Soldier phalanx lined up neatly, wearing uniformly styled white cross cloaks with a black double-headed eagle embroidered on the back.
