This madwoman didn't have any attachments anymore. She gave Gongsun Ce one last look, as if realizing she had nothing left to say, and made a face at the boy she once knew. Gongsun Ce pulled a face in return, and she stretched lazily, chuckling, before turning into a beam of light and silently disappearing.
"What a scoundrel!"
Roning Les cursed angrily. He often dealt with spirits, recovering the fastest from sorrow. He grabbed the old captain Macrow by the collar, pulling him backward: "Come on now, Old Firewood, stop looking! The deed is done, and you're still a spirit. Helaisen needs to quickly make you a temporary body so you can go back and recover. There's still a mountain of things to do!"
The old captain stood still, gazing longingly at the golden souls, staring at the legendary heroes he admired as a child and the aging king he served his whole life, a gentle smile appearing on his face. He lifted his hand, breaking away from Roning Les, moving slowly but firmly.
