Arias conjured a huge Fire Ball in the palm of his hand. Fire might be Arias’ secondary element, but the Fire Ball that he summoned was by no means weak. The Fire burned Danesse’s body and quickly turned it into an unidentifiable pile of ashes. Arias wanted Danesse’s disappearance to be a mystery that no one would be able to solve. He wanted no evidence, not even the corpse. This would at least spare Farhan’s feelings.
“I’ve taken vengeance on one of them. I hope your soul will be able to depart peacefully now, my other self.”
Arias looked up at the sky as he mumbled, feeling a strong emotion overtaking him. For a moment, there was sadness in his eyes. The old Arias was like his other self, and that was why he had decided to speak to him like that. He did not know where the soul of the old Arias had gone to now. Maybe that soul had already become a part of him. But all he could do was make guesses.
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