Roland was speechless. This was unlike anything he had ever imagined. How could a spirit die? And not just any spirit, but one of those to whom everyone prayed. This was no simple trap. It went far beyond that, and the weight of it struck him harder than he expected.
He needed to set things right not only because he had failed Elios, who had helped him countless times, but also because he had not managed to save Silmira, the one who had granted him strength greater than he had ever known. Only now did he finally understand why the light spirits' magic had stopped working.
[I am sorry, Elios… that was never supposed to happen. You warned me, and for that, I will dedicate myself to eradicating the demons of Elris, as you once told me to do. I will need your power now more than ever. Together, let us cleanse this land, and only then will I seek the others to gain enough strength to rid this world of that malice once and for all.]
