But he realized...
His arms and hands seemed to have disappeared as well.
His soul had reached its limit. He could already feel himself falling apart, and he could no longer maintain his human form.
"Lynn! Lynn!!"
Silver Fantasy kept calling his name. Trembling, she stared at the man in her arms as he slowly closed his eyes.
As his body gradually turned transparent.
She tried to pour her power into him, only to discover that nothing she did could bring his soul back together. Pushed far beyond its limits, his soul had long since been riddled with holes.
How could...
How could this happen!
How could things have turned out like this!
At that moment, she desperately tried to hold on to something, but Lynn's spiritual body faded bit by bit in her arms. By the time Sir Awen and the others arrived, all that remained in her embrace was a dead raven.
Everyone stared at the scene, their faces pale, unable to believe that this was how it ended.
He was a raven.
He had told every one of them that he had learned his origins, that he knew where he came from.
He was a wisp of soul left in this world by some great being, but he had never considered himself that person. He had always insisted that he was a Night Doctor who had walked out of Wandering Soul Alley, a Night Doctor of Dark Night City. He had no home, so he had made Dark Night City his home and treated them all as his family.
That was all.
"How... how could this happen..."
Sir Awen dropped to his knees, murmuring as he stared at the raven's corpse.
None of them could accept what they were seeing.
They could not accept it.
He was