"Hi, Mr. Logan, thanks for protecting our Pan."
In the midst of darkness, among the ruins and trees whose roots are sticking out to the surface many times the size of a human body. With only the moonlight, which makes the silhouettes of the buildings stand tall in the distance.
Logan stood up, and in front of him appeared two figures of people floating in the air, with bodies that were transparent in the night. Ilmar and Rania continued floating. They were still wearing their last clothes before their death. Their bodies, this time, no longer appeared to be covered in wounds but their normal appearance when they were in top condition.
"I didn't expect Mr. Logan to be someone of this stature. A Soul Emperor."
Rania was seen smiling, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. A smile that Logan had never seen before.
"At least I can leave in peace, knowing Pan is in the right hands."
Rania continued, with Ilmar hovering beside her, silent, like how the elf man used to.
