"Why do you think, Hina?" Hakki asked her as tears started to roll down his cheeks, that was when the Eighth Spirit of Love realized what had just happened, that Jormungandr was long gone. She had a sad look on her face as well, mirroring the emotions that Hakki was feeling. "Who was it? Who was the Spirit that was able to best him? I frankly cannot imagine any Spirit overpowering him given his strength and how obsessed he was with training." Hina said softly.
Hakki, the Fifth Spirit of Hunting stared at her with a despairing expression afterwards. "It was me. I was the one who did it." Hina was shocked, she was so shocked in fact that she gasped audibly after hearing what Hakki just said to her. It was a revelation that shook her to the very core, never would she have thought that Hakki would resort to actually killing his best friend.
