He should be dead. He should be absolutely stone dead with no hope of rebirth or his soul escaping.
Lind knew it in his bones that were currently aching all over. His body was a mess but something had protected him.
The incomplete souls he had set free had not left. That was not something a mass of souls could decide on their own. Only 1 thing could.
Heaven and Earth.
In the dark, when he assumed death had finally come, he accepted the sacrifice. He had just barely saved his sons' souls and even then, only enough to perhaps start over. They would be lucky to reach the peak of the Crystal Tier.
All their futures had been cut off barring a miracle even he could not conceive of.
Vitality was not something souls could recoup. Living was already a miracle enough.
So, when faced with destroying the Sifter at the cost of his own Immortal soul, he found it acceptable.
