The Goddess's Scheme

Jemia fell to his knees, his beast-like face twisted in agony as he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

His soul had already scattered, and the enormous beast-like body that remained naturally lost its life as well.

Lemoni and Oushen ran toward Jemia as if they had gone mad.

"No—Jemia—no!!!" Oushen reached out as if trying to grasp something—perhaps Jemia's soul—but—

He couldn't catch it.

Thud.

The beast collapsed to the ground, blood flowing freely from beneath its body.

Aga knelt on the ground and took Jemia's hand. "No, Brother Jemia, this isn't real. No."

Lemoni turned Jemia over and, trembling, pulled the claws deeply embedded in his chest out.

All that remained in the hole was a heart crushed into a mangled mess.

"No, don't leave us, Jemia." Oushen held Jemia's head, tears streaming blankly down his face.

"I... don't want to leave either." A faint voice sounded.

"Jemia!" All three of them were instantly overjoyed.

But after the demon died, this body too did not have long to live.

"However, my path... only goes this far. Oushen, thank you."

A sobbing tone came from that strange mouth.

"These years, I was truly happy."

"I was happy too. Don't die, Jemia. Don't die, don't die..." Oushen's eyes widened as his entire body trembled, holding back his grief.

"...This is my final gift."

Jemia forcibly controlled the remaining magic power in his body, gathering it toward his head.

All of his magic power was stored within that deadly sharp horn, which then fell from Jemia's head.

After doing this, Jemia the Demonic Beast fell silent forever.

"No, Jemia!!!"

Night had already fallen.

Beside Ruslan's grave, Oushen buried Jemia.

"I'm sorry, children. I failed to restrain Jemia," Lachtar said sorrowfully.

Oushen was covering Jemia with earth. Lemoni sat beside him