In the prolonged silence, Roger's expression changed continuously, almost collapsing several times.
"Let's begin."
Roger's eyes turned dull, as he made his final choice.
In the next second, the power belonging to Ophelia began to spread over Roger.
Starting from his chest, it quickly passed through his shoulders, surged up to his neck, and wrapped around Roger's face, until at last, when Ophelia's power was about to seal Roger's eyes.
"I hope my death has meaning, at least bringing them peace..."
"Rest assured, I'll keep my word."
"Give me some time, I can transform your body, make it closely resemble yours, so that when your body returns to that world."
"I think your friends won't notice much of a difference, they'll just feel like it's been a long time, and you've changed a bit."
"That way, in their hearts, you're still alive."
Ophelia replied.
