"All right, you don't need to worry about me. I'm fine, and I can accept all this now."
The young black-robed man nodded. He walked over to the surgical altar and reached out to grasp Death's hand, which had been pinned down by ropes of magical energy.
"Darling, endure it a little longer. Very soon, you'll become incomparably powerful and attain the most perfect form. We can kill all our enemies and achieve the ultimate beauty of tranquility. We can be together forever."
"Ah!!!!"
The sharp cone in her chest sank in by another millimeter or so. Death let out a scream, writhing on the bed like a maggot. Her face rapidly flickered several times between that of a beautiful woman and a skull, as though her entire being had become extremely unstable.
Her scream startled the man holding her hand. He hurriedly cradled Death's icy head and covered her drooling mouth, lest she bite off her tongue.
"My Goddess, my love, please endure it a little longer. Just a little longer. It'll be over soon, soon! Mage, can't you hurry up?"
He asked the cloaked figure conducting the ritual.
But the officiant had no intention of acknowledging him. He did not even glance his way, merely continuing to chant incantations and methodically carrying out his work, as if the person asking the question were no more than air.
"You!"
The cloaked figure called the young man was indeed young and hot-blooded. He clenched his fists, and Cosmic Energy erupting from within instantly illuminated his entire body.
His Cosmic Energy was a deep, pure blue. It felt even more refined than that of many ancient gods.
"Don't be rash, my young master. A magical ritual cannot be rushed, especially one involving a Cosmic Concept. It will end eventually, but not