"Messenger holding ears of wheat, I beseech you to open the gates to the River Styx..."
"Grant me ships that can sail the River Styx, and lights to illuminate the darkness..."
An unfamiliar prayer was softly uttered by Andre. With his chanting, flames ignited on the Sword of Mercy.
This time, the flames were milky white, carrying a holy and gentle aura, burning along the blade toward the bones.
Enveloped in the holy flames, the bones burned fiercely.
A thread, like a flame, emerged from the fire and connected to the beautiful soul.
Jasmine closed her eyes, embraced herself, her expression becoming increasingly relaxed, a faint smile appearing on her face.
Flames coiled around her as Jasmine's soul radiated a soft light, gradually fading until it completely dissipated.
A sound like the surging of the sea, or the flowing of a river, echoed through the silent manor.
But this place was far from the sea, and there were no rivers nearby. Where did this sound come from?
