"You... have won."
Above on the high platform, a heavy coffin slowly opened.
Death opened his eyes, gazing at the woman below.
Fatima was carrying a man covered in blood on her back.
He was barely alive, with a large hole in his back, blood continuously flowing out.
In Fatima's left hand was another body.
The face bore an expression of shock and disbelief.
The distinct sea-blue hair made Death immediately recognize him – the traitor of the Death Realm, Algado.
"State your wish, as per our agreement," Death spoke in a deep voice.
Fatima gently laid Henry on the ground and looked up at Death. "I wish for him to be restored to normal."
Death pondered for a moment, then said, "Actually, that counts as two wishes. One to heal his injuries, and another to restore his soul."
"But I admire the speed with which you fulfilled your task, so I will allow each of you one wish, effectively fulfilling both."
