Rebirth, Rise, and Endurance! May You Be Well, My Homeland
"Never again will there be souls as brave as theirs."
The Argus Star Soul Lord sighed with such emotion. A single "tear" fell from a face already completely shrouded in the power of creation—the final mourning he offered for his exceptional children.
And he was not the only one.
Within this World Heart, now entirely filled with the power of creation, Diakum's Faith Incarnation was also wiping his eyes with a handkerchief.
The Vigilant was moved for many reasons.
First, the brotherhood between Kil'jaeden and old Velen was truly stirring, especially Kil'jaeden's ability to use that burning affection to resist the fel's seduction for over twenty thousand years.
It was practically a kind of faith!
Second, look at old Velen—he was already a god of death, yet when he prayed at the end, he still began with the "Holy Light." How could that not fill Diakum, as the High Heaven Master, with a profound sense of achievement?
It was like some blond-haired punk pulling off an utterly classic NTR right in front of the poor bastard.
Uh, that comparison did not seem particularly dignified, but it perfectly summarized how Diakum felt.
Death Force could have old Velen's body, but the prophet's soul would forever belong to the Holy Light. And after entering death and donning white robes, the "absolution" he presided over happened to overlap with the Holy Light's authority.
Though it was not yet clear exactly how the three gods of death operated, judging by their respective divine offices, Velen was undoubtedly the one responsible for "sending people to heaven."
That basically meant Velen had merely gone to the realm of death while continuing to do priestly work.
It was essentially a "temporary work assignment."
Under such circumstances, there