Arthur raised his dagger again, but this time it did not unleash a wrathful cry, but a sad hum. As the golden souls disappeared with tears in their eyes, they turned into golden strings that began passing through the three hundred challengers.
As the golden string passed them, the challengers felt the warm mana wash over them. Their tears fell from their confused eyes as the voices of the departing forgave them, ending this traumatic experience for them.
The golden strings carried memories as they left their bodies, sealing them away from their owners. Even though they forgot the memories themselves, the challengers knew what had gone missing. It was akin to knowing that a tumor existed in your mind, but it disappeared now. You know it was there, but it can no longer hurt you.
