Lith and Leegaain watched the Eldritch’s face twist in agony, his Chaos body rejecting the Forbidden Magic so violently that it exploded at the slightest mistake. Yet killing an Eldritch was always hard.

Killing an Eldritch while he stood above a powerful mana geyser and was surrounded by dozens of pools of life essence was impossible. After every failure, Raum reformed his body as though nothing had happened.

After every success, even the limited perceptions of the wandering souls were enough to perceive the steep increase in his strength. Lith and Leegaain watched the process over and over, but gained no clarity from it.

Then, the stream of consciousness ended.

Lith found himself kneeling on the ground with the Guardian standing by his side, slightly bent over, his hand still glued to the Tiamat’s shoulder. His aura ensured that Lith’s mental wounds never exceeded what he could endure and left no permanent scar on his psyche.

The Demons of the Darkness born from the lab’s ruins turned towards Lith, giving him and the Guardian a deep bow before departing. The black chains connecting the wandering souls to Lith shattered, and the Demons turned into beings of light.

Freed from their grievances, the souls shot up to the sky, spreading a sense of peace and joy in their wake. It repaid Lith of his suffering and almost broke Menadion’s will. The First Ruler of the Flames was no different from those lost souls.