It felt like we were walking forever. My feet moved on their own and didn't stop.
After several hours we reached a place where there was no smell, where there were no undead, and most importantly where there was a statue of the angel. Should I have been happy?
But what good will it, do now? It's all over…
"Welcome Wanderer."
I didn't answer. I didn't want to. But after giving it a thought I said something. I said something that I didn't want to say. "Can you bring back the dead?"
"I cannot."
"Damn it…"
"Daarc…" Jowy said but he didn't come close to me.
I didn't pay any attention to him.
The angel's voice gave off an ounce of sorrow. Maybe it felt my pain? But how could it? "It is true that I cannot bring back the dead but I can arrange one last audience with her soul. Her soul hasn't yet left this forest and soon will turn into an undead."
"How'd you know and what do you mean?"
