"I'm just feeling a bit conflicted."
Castorice could not help sighing.
"She feels profound remorse for [my] death."
"Afterward, she reshaped my soul with the divine authority of the Titan, yet she also kept herself from ever manifesting before others, making it impossible for anyone to find her..."
"Because... she fell for my sake from the very beginning, and now she is quietly slumbering within the Underworld River."
"You mean... Polyxena is already dead?" Yan Huan raised an eyebrow.
"Indeed." Castorice nodded, her expression earnest.
"The Underworld River is no ordinary thing; it can never be easily blocked. What rejects the dead and the reborn are merely the remnants of divinity."
"And because of that, to extract the Core Flame of [Death], we have no choice but to wake Polyxena from death..."
"Using the power of [alchemy] to make her remains return as one."
He never expected that the method to finally awaken the Death Titan would actually be thought up by a mortal alchemist.
Yet, upon careful consideration, Yan Huan found it seemed reasonable. After all, the Soul Rending Ritual of the Titans of Strife in this lifetime was also devised by a mortal priest.
"Then, according to the alchemist, you are also a part of the dragon's remains?" Yan Huan looked at Castorice.
"That's right. In the mouths of the undead, I truly am bound in life and death to that great dragon."
"However, before that, did Your Excellency hear sounds of sighing?"
"I did. It really wasn't an illusion, was it?"
Yan Huan crossed his arms. "Let me think. Was that Polyxena's voice? Was she screen-peeking?"
Castorice explained:
"Perhaps that was precisely the sign of the dragon Polyxena's final wish being fulfilled."
"When exercising her divine authority to resurrect the dead, she must have also realized just