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"You are all already dead. There is no need to fuss over it."
Her tone was completely nonchalant, as if stating an undeniable fact.
Lyon, still in his translucent state, was stunned upon hearing those words. For a moment, he didn't speak. Instead, he quietly stepped aside, choosing not to interfere.
He didn't know what to do.
After all—
He couldn't even understand what the spirits were saying.
And yet, that feeling—
That strange sense of familiarity—
It lingered within him, though he couldn't grasp its meaning.
Scarlette noticed the conflicted expression on Lyon's face—the way he reacted whenever the spirits drifted near him.
Calling his attention, she spoke.
"These spirits… they were your comrades. This is the only thing I could do for them… what little remains."
The moment those words left her lips, Lyon's eyes widened.
He looked at her.
Then at the spirits.
A pause followed.
