“Your Honor, I need to find someone!”
Though Lucas was frozen in place, unable to move, he seemed oblivious to the King’s imposing presence. Desperation poured from him as he shouted out his plea as if the force binding him didn’t exist.
For a long moment, the King of the Underworld remained silent. Then, with a weary sigh, he spoke.
“She has already dissipated. Proceed to your reincarnation.”
The words hit Lucas like a bolt of lightning. He froze, his mind unable to comprehend.
“Dissipated? What do you mean? Why would she dissipate?”
He refused to leave, stubbornly rooted in place before the King. Though he was as insignificant as an insect in the presence of
such overwhelming power, his determination kept him from retreating even an inch.
The King’s cold, cutting voice echoed through the chamber. “She made a deal with me. In exchange for spending seven days with
you to make peace with her regrets, she offered her soul to be utterly destroyed–obliterated, never to reincarnate. When her
seven days ended, she was scattered to nothingness.”
Each word drove Lucas further into despair, his heart sank deeper with every syllable. By the time the King finished, his spirit was
crushed under the weight of the revelation.
Celia had sacrificed her soul, condemned to eternal nothingness, just to spend seven fleeting days with him?
The realization left Lucas pale and trembling. The King, observing his torment, waved his hand. A misty mirror materialized
before them, replaying the moments leading up to Celia’s death.
The vision unfolded with merciless clarity. Celia, stabbed multiple times, clung to life with every ounce of strength she had. She
had called him repeatedly, desperate for help, only for him to ignore every call.
