As Allen recited the incantation, strange magical ripples echoed through the air.
Wisps of mist drifted out of Professor Flitwick's soul, making his newly restored form begin to twist and warp again. The soul was slowly drawn out and gathered into a red Soul Gem the size of a goose egg—much the same as when it had first emerged. Flitwick's face flickered faintly through the inside of the gem from time to time.
Then, without stopping, Allen simply reached out with the hand holding the gem, groped in midair, and thrust his hand into a patch of void that appeared out of nowhere.
The Grim Reaper watched Allen's movements from the side with a frown. As a True God, he naturally understood that the boy had directly broken through the planar restrictions in the Underworld and opened a passage to the mortal world, placing the Soul Gem formed from that Half-blood Goblin inside first.
After finishing all this, Allen noticed the Grim Reaper's gaze and squeezed out a somewhat awkward smile. "Well then, Mr. Herpo, since a True God like you has been so tolerant of a half-mortal thing like me today... what are your terms for this peace proposal?"
"Very simple. I hope Mr. Harris can build Temples for me across the world as well, promote me, and allow me to obtain the faith of other Believers too." On Herpo the Grim Reaper's pale skin, those unforgettable large yellow eyes stared at Allen without blinking. "Of course, I have no objection to faith in Lady Ravenclaw herself. The religious customs of my homeland were not monotheistic to begin with. This should not be difficult for you either, because from the souls of the Centaurs who died at Hogwarts, I learned that you also permit polytheism and allow them to