It was over. Everything was over.
Looking at Griffith's corpse, returned to human form, and the bloody head in his own hand, Guts felt the mysterious power that had blessed him moments ago completely fade away. All the Enhancement Magic had vanished without a trace as well.
Now, he had gone from an omnipotent god of war back to an ordinary mortal. Even the Dragon Slayer in his hand felt exceptionally heavy.
Oh, no. Not all of his power had vanished.
A little of the Chosen's soul energy remained. It had not been completely exhausted during that all-out strike.
But none of that mattered anymore.
For Guts, from the moment he severed Griffith's head, all the anger, hatred, and pain he had carried dissolved in an instant. It was as though the emotions that had once plagued him and nearly driven him mad no longer existed. Even if he died immediately, he would have no regrets.
Was this the legendary emptiness after revenge?
Or was it the effect of that indescribable mysterious power?
Guts did not know what was wrong with his current state. He slumped beside the enormous corpse, his vacant eyes sweeping across the surroundings. He neither wanted to speak nor move.
Just as he looked as though he intended to sit there for the rest of his life, Raymond's voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"You truly did not disappoint me. You successfully defeated the God of the Abyss. As a reward, I can now help you fulfill one wish."
"A wish? Can any kind of wish be granted?"
Guts's unfocused pupils began to sharpen again. He turned and stared at the demon god who had helped him complete his revenge.
Raymond smiled and nodded. "That's right. Even reviving someone who has already died, or becoming an emperor