บท 234: On a chilly night, Shadows lurk behind the curtains 3

"Kekekekekee… Everything is finally falling into place," the room filled with dim light, and the cloaked man cackled in an eerie manner. As the silhouette emerged from the shadows, its eyes, once devoid of color, regained their piercing black irises. It was the soul of the young man, finally free from its ethereal confines.

With a renewed sense of purpose, the young man's soul soared through the air, drawn to the burnt, lifeless body that once belonged to him. There was an undeniable connection, a yearning for reunification that transcended the realms of the living and the dead.

Without hesitation, the soul merged seamlessly with the charred remains, infusing the body with its essence. A surge of dark energy enveloped the lifeless vessel, knitting together the torn flesh and mending the scars of the past.