"Hoo..."
Yila sighed softly. He stood alone on the terrace at night, gazing at the endless stars in the sky... He wasn't lamenting the unfairness of destiny or suffering from the drama of his life.
Perhaps at some moment, he might have done so, but right now, he neither had the time nor the energy.
Next, Yila had to face the Calamity of the Resurrection of the Dead. Tomorrow, he had to remind the people he knew that the upcoming calamity might involve fights with their familiar ones.
Without needing much thought, Yila knew... the souls of Yose and Favignano were probably in Snakeskin's hands. And clearly, Elves would face Elves, monsters would face monsters.
However, according to Snakeskin's words, if those souls returned to the Calamity, they could, based on their subjective consciousness, ease the situation somewhat... So, compared to the "Calamity," it felt more like—
A long-awaited "Reunion."
"Sigh..."
