Again, Olrich's consciousness faded, but before it could, despair filled his mind and awoke him. The realization that his lifetime's cultivation had just collapsed devasted him. All the ploys and schemes, the sacrifice of his most beloved child, the refinement of one-thousand infant souls! All he endured, the prices he paid, were rendered worthless in merely two blows.
Lost!
All lost, never to return.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
Olrich howled, his body and soul sinking in horrendous pain while warm tears trickled down his eyes. This…was worse than death!
Bearing witness to his soaring despair, Nils was undisturbed.
"If only you could treasure us the way you treasure power, perhaps, it wouldn't have come to this."
She whispered while pulling her fist from his guts. Now mortal, Olrich couldn't endure such a terrible wound, and before he could drop onto the ground, Nils held him by the collar and shoved a restorative pill down his throat.
