Within the realm of shadows, Attila could feel her fingers slowly dissolve into the darkness, fading away like dying cinder. So this must’ve been what one of the prisoners mentioned, her soul was melting.

She sat down, defeated.

So this was how her story ended.

She had so many things she wanted to do, so many goals to achieve, people to meet, places to visit…

Ah, what futile life.

What meaningless existence.

However, before she completely gave in to defeat, Attila heard the voice of the people, the voice of Sivrit.

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How far was Reginn willing to go for the sake of the Goddess? Reginn regained a portion of his composure as he pondered the question. However, before he could begin analyzing the situation further, His train of thought was interrupted by the small army in front of him, composed mainly of combat-capable men, but also of brave civilians — or perhaps fools.

These people did not know what was best for them. Surgeries are painful, but they are necessary. Why did it matter that a demon died for the sake of Avangarden? Why were they so fervently fighting for a stranger?

It seemed that Siege’s strength did not lie in his impenetrable armour but in his kingly skills. He commended the hero, before casting a simple spell.

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The hero turned to face Alveolo, casting a grand spell. She had disappointed him the first time, and there would be no second chance today.

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Sivrit could see from her paralyzed perspective, Reginn’s quiet steps toward the mage. From within, she could feel a bright burst of flame rise within her, and like a blazing engine, she slowly crawled toward the hero in a coarse, beaten state.

“Reginn…”

However, the hero turned a deaf ear, a blind eye. It was no use. Perhaps there was nothing more powerful than his devotion to the mission. Mission… to protect Avangarden? Serve the Goddess?

Was execution what the people needed?

Reginn did not hesitate to process the question. If the Goddess so it fit, it was right. He had executed and removed cancers in the past, and the Goddess saw that it was good.

Alveolo was almost finished with the spell, but she knew even a millisecond could be enough for Reginn to turn all their efforts to dust.

Then, Sivrit remembered something. A gift Reginn gave her the day they met. Something he had nonchalantly granted her, and until now, it seemed neither of them truly appreciated the gesture.

“Reginn! Save us!” shouted Sivrit in simple Elysdionn, the language of the Goddess.

Reginn turned to finally make eye contact with Sivrit for the first time the day. It shook him to the core, as his instincts told him that either one of his sisters or the Goddess was in trouble. However, once he realized it was but Sivrit, he did not feel betrayed. He was unsure of what to feel or think. Sivrit was a special human… but what did it mean?

That split second was enough for Alveolo to complete the spell. In an instant, the Maginn expanded to encompass the entire colosseum, creating a bubble of light blue hue around it.

Reginn returned his attention back to the task at hand, but it was already too late.

“...I hope you take the time… to think… about this verditct…”

Then suddenly, everything around him ceased in motion, as if the world had stopped.