In the ice-sealed bedroom.
Aaron, transformed into the 'Spirit of Void,' stood right where Auclair had died, yet Lofman had not noticed him in the slightest.
"Just as I thought... after realizing his opponent was an 'evil spirit,' unable to control blood, immune to physical damage, and difficult to escape from, Lofman had no choice but to pay an enormous price and use a curse to kill it in one blow..."
"From a mystical perspective, cursing a Non-Human Existence to death would require him to pay a terrifying price as well."
"Unfortunately... he had no particularly powerful trump cards on him, nor did he actively call for divine descent..."
"Of course, the Age Controllers aren't switchboard operators. It's not as though they'll answer whenever a believer calls... What a pity. Otherwise, tonight might have yielded even greater gains..."
Aaron stretched out a hand, allowing the Power of Secret Source to surge forth.
The bedroom suddenly grew dim. Lofman watched in horror as an illusory spirit form condensed from the void once more, taking on Auclair's shape!
The evil spirit was reborn!
"No..."
Despair surfaced on his face.
Every time an evil spirit died, it needed decades, even centuries, before it could revive. Why could this one cheat?
This wasn't fair!
But there had never been absolute fairness in this world.
Snap!
Auclair snapped his fingers, and coldness and deathly stillness emerged once more.
Ice froze Lofman's weakened body.
It picked up the revolver, aimed it at Lofman's head, and savagely pulled the trigger.
Bang!
With that single shot, Lofman's frozen head shattered into pieces. Within the ice, tiny crimson bats still struggled desperately.
One Demon Beetle after another immediately pounced, devouring every bat and utterly extinguishing all of Lofman's life force...
A short while later.
A raging fire rose