"Stop...! Stop...!"
It seemed that the King, who had returned to his original form, realized what Reiger was about to do and let out a series of wails.
"What do you want to do to my soul?"
"Don't do anything to my soul anymore!"
"I don't want to be reborn!"
"No rebirth!"
These words seemed like a deep cry from the depths of Yarakulon's heart.
For a moment, Reiger couldn't tell if these words were shouted by his soul before it fell or if they were angry howls from after his fall.
But Reiger had no intention of stopping.
"You are great, and also pitiable."
"Although you should continue to live on, you should have died long ago, but you shouldn't meet such an end either."
"So, I will grant you rebirth."
After making such a declaration, Reiger resolutely extended his other hand.
The blade of the end, which was originally held in this hand, had already been retrieved into Reiger's storage space within the dimensional cube.
"[Heh]."
