"We've reached our destination. You're dismissed," said Zidane.
A clueless one would've assumed Morvahn worked for him.
Surprisingly, Morvahn was unfazed. He stared at Zidane's retreating figure for a few seconds before finally tearing his gaze away and shifting it to Shannon and Benjamin.
His voice was deep and gloomy. "With this journey to return you to the living, the karmic bond between you should also end. All past grudges and entanglements shall cease here at the River of Oblivion."
Before Shannon could ponder what karmic bond he referred to, Zidane, rarely seen angry, suddenly lashed out. With a flick of his hand, a long whip wrapped in ghostly flames snapped toward Morvahn.
"Stay out of my business!"
Morvahn raised his hand, effortlessly seizing the long whip and allowing the ghostly flames to scorch his palm. And yet, a touch of melancholy surfaced on his otherwise impassive expression.
He felt a twinge of sorrow that someone once so powerful, after thousands of years of reincarnation and exile, now only possessed this much strength left.
There was regret in his heart, but even more than that, a hope that Zidane could finally end this endless cycle of rebirth.
"If you still carry guilt within you, why not offer them a sincere apology before the chroyan branch?"
Zidane's expression grew colder. The sly, lazy glint once seen in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a chilling calm. Yet, he said nothing, nor once looked at the couple.
As the parties involved, Shannon and Benjamin could vaguely sense from Morvahn's words that there was some past connection between them and Zidane. A sense of confusion stirred in their hearts.
Zidane's identity had always been a mystery, one that Shannon could never unravel—neither his destiny nor the karmic entanglements between them.
Though she had always been curious, she had never asked.
Now that Morvahn had exclusively stated her and Benjamin's involvement, she felt it was time to get the truth from Zidane.
At that point, Shannon and Benjamin had come to a realization.
The hardest part was over, and Zidane finally gave up his silence. Above the River of Oblivion, a silent sigh lingered in the air.
He withdrew his hand, and the long whip in his grasp instantly dissolved into green smoke. Without a word, he turned to face Benjamin and Shannon.
In his usually beguiling eyes, there was an unfamiliar depth and solemnity. He stared at them, almost as if to see the ones he had once known through the couple.
After a prolonged silence, he softly stated, "My sins began with Vlad Grimshaw."
Back when he was still Morvahn, the God of the Underworld, six thousand years ago, he allowed the release of a hundred thousand malice fragments suppressed at the deepest grounds of the underworld due to a moment of… carelessness.
He confessed, "That calamity of Celestria, the one that led to the destruction of Lucan and Elowen's divine souls and brought suffering to all living beings in the mortal realm… It all started because of me."
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