Death energy poured out of Roselia's small body like a silent storm, the air warping under the pressure. Her crimson eyes burned as she spoke in a low voice that shook even Alex.
"Once someone is dead, they can never be brought back to life," she said. "Even asking for something like that is an insult—to the beauty of death itself. By making that request, you insult not only our King, but the entire Underworld. Can you bear the consequences of that, mortal?"
Most people would have shivered under that pressure, or stayed silent.
Alex didn't.
"I don't really trust anyone except myself, Miss Roselia so I am already taking enough risk to come here to become a avatar even if don't want to be one," he said calmly. "The whole point of my request is simple—I'm asking for one innocent soul back. Someone who didn't deserve to die."
Roselia stared at him for a beat.
