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All life was fated to eventually die. Egos eventually wore away and disappeared.
There was no way someone who’d practiced necromancy like Davey could be ignorant of that fact. Still, even as a Death Lord-level necromancer, for all his understanding of life and death, Davey couldn't easily accept the sudden death of a loved one.
Willow had returned to nothingness. He immediately tried to think of any possible ways to revive her. He came up with one, though he knew it was reckless and absurd.
Nonetheless, he couldn't stop himself. He quickly made his way to the Saint Sanctuary to meet up with Goddess Freyja’s manifestation. Catching her asleep, he quickly spoke to wake her up, “Goddess, it’s not healthy to sleep too long.”
She groggily raised her tablet above her.
[Don’t give me that bullshit.]
“You’re the only one who can make this possible. Then again, you already knew that, didn't you? You must’ve known that I’d come looking for you here.”
[Yes, I knew.]
“Then why didn't you say anything?! Why?!” he suddenly screamed in a fit.
Despite his loud display, she looked at him calmly.
[If you waver, the flow of vitality wavers too.]
“She’s not just dead, she fucking vanished!! God dammit, you really think I could calm down right now?!”
For all his shouting, Davey couldn’t help but feel himself to be pathetic.
‘Even if she had told me ahead of time, would anything have truly changed?’
Seeming to know what he was thinking, she quietly showed him her tablet.
[You must be very sad.]
He couldn’t argue with that.
She didn't chide him at all. Still, every time the tablet in her hand flashed, he felt as if a dagger pierced his heart.
The fact just kept...
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