Chapter 1085: Right To Grieve

Chapter 1085: Right To Grieve



The amalgam had expected to see burning sorrow or pain or rage in Allora's eyes.

No, he had hoped to see that kind of brimming emotion.

When he saw Actuass' whip soar across the distance between him and Allora, his faith in making it in time had plummeted despite the desperation he showed in trying to reach her and cover her with [Neutral Maximum] first.

Vohnvolt had seen how deadly this whip was.

Without even touching its targets physically, it was capable of killing.

A mere graze from the portion of Actuass' soul projected from it was enough to darken the light of life in living things despite their defences.

And yet Allora had met the worst of it.

Because of how much hope he lost after he saw Allora get pierced in the heart, Vohnvolt hoped that Allora's throes would spark rage in him.

He hoped that the last visage she would ever wear would tell him to light the world on fire in her name, that she wanted him to explode into reckless fury for her sake!

Unfortunately, all he got from her face as she passed, was enlightenment:

'I... I did earn my place, didn't... I?'

Allora, in her last words, said something similar to what Grim and Pherdanta had answered with to his question: how they felt about their current lives when compared to their former

ones.

Allora's answer as she leaned and looked at him for support one last time... was fulfilment.

Even at death's door, she delighted in the fact that he had been proud of her; how he had been impressed by her sacrifice to get the Harmonic Ember from Em-Sul earlier.

Allora... had no regrets.

The amalgam didn't know what to feel in this moment.

His soul, well, the replica of it in him, churned.

Multiple images that he had seen before attempted to mirror themselves with what he was currently looking at. They were jolted by how similar this circumstance was to something else that Vohnvolt, Replicus, didn't truly remember.

A certain girl's outline was superimposed on Allora's corpse, but the amalgam shook his head.

His grief was great, but he would not allow it to cripple him. Not now!

Not now, dammit!

After all, Actuass didn't stop at Allora.

The necromancer had already set his sights on Grim a moment earlier, when the amalgam's phantoms processed his grief rapidly!

However, the Unlimited was wise enough to retreat. He took to the skies in his Paradon Parody form, with Baddan climbing onto him on the way!

When Actuass adjusted his aim to attack still, he suddenly felt a sharp pull from behind him.

...!

A large, dark orb with an immense gravitational pull had appeared just a meter behind him.

The amalgam had conjured it with his free hands.

His sockets burned fiercely, but he reined in his uncontrollable fury.

After he had confirmed that Baddan and Grim were safe, he had returned to giving Allora the amount of attention he felt she deserved.

It tore at Vohnvolt that he couldn't use Reversion to simply restore her soul.

Now that they were both back in Aigas, he and Actuass realized a crucial difference between the lordless Null Remnants and this world.

It wasn't as easy for Actuass to bail himself out with Rules now that he was back in a world that had entities which lorded over it with a firm system.

The same applied to Vohnvolt. The established Rules of Aigas lorded even over souls, especially ones born in Aigas.

He had known this. After all, back then, the contingency he had made with Sila against the possibility of Somanda getting his soul if he died, was to make sure his soul was branded as one belonging to Aigas, which would mean after death, he would be delivered to the

Yormuness instead.

Such a thing, couldn't be circumvented by just using a powerful concept, especially if said

concept was in the hands of a mortal.

Worse yet, Allora's soul hadn't been dragged to the Yormuness after death. It had been

obliterated.

Vohnvolt drew Allora close.

"I'm sorry for your loss," Benzard, who appeared beside him, said.

The amalgam remained silent for a few dozen seconds, the ripples of the ocean water he

stood on being the only thing to resound.

"You would say that to me? I-"

"I know who you are and what you did," Benzard interrupted the amalgam. "Sause helped me understand. We were at odds back then. We were enemies. Denille, Reon and Irlen... I share just as much blame for their deaths as the obnoxiously foul manner in which we treated you. It's called consequence." He then looked at Allora. "From the looks of it, I don't think she

deserved the same."

The amalgam was surprised.

He hadn't thought Benzard knew. He turned to the man.

"Sause told you everything?" he asked.

"Yes. He recognized you. That's why he allowed you to keep the Scaled Elder's corpse. You and him are bound by a Tie of Exchange, right? He has to help you defeat an Arch-Lich. The

Elder's corpse, however, you use it, is going to be vital in that goal."

"...I see."

So that's how it was.

Benzard then looked at Vohnvolt.

"For now though, we need to kill that man," he said.

The amalgam looked at the pooling undead in the sky.

"...Yeah."

Right when Vohnvolt expressed his murderous intent, a stark blue light only he and Actuass

could see barrelled down before him and condensed into a feminine shape!