A strange sensation of peace washed over him. Instead of dying for his selfish goal, dying to save someone had a certain pride to it. It was a rather heroic noble end, a concept he had despised all his life.
" You're going to die like this? "
The voice was soft, but it cut through the silence of the mist. Klein opened his eyes, but he did not see Shaytan. Through the illusions created by mana saturation, a silhouette was taking shape.
A woman of melancholic beauty, dressed in a simple robe. Her eyes carried a tenderness he had only seen in his old life. He did not know if it was the same woman from his two lives, the mother of the Earth or the one from Alexandria, but he could recognize her among all.
" Mom? " he stammered, his fingers clawing at the ground to try to get closer.
Alicia's image remained motionless, watching him with a mix of sadness.
