A shipbuilder, on the verge of death, poured his own soul into the creation of a ghost ship, as great a deed as a mother feeding her baby with her flesh and blood during a disaster.
Although the answer was cruel, it was worthy of Aige's years of search and waiting.
The only question was whether she could accept it.
If she couldn't, the frenzy of an undead of demigod caliber would leave few survivors here today.
Aige stared at Amberser and asked in a deep voice, "According to what you say, to resurrect my father, I must die."
Amberser shook his head and said, "No, even if you are willing to sacrifice yourself, you cannot resurrect your father. What has happened cannot be changed; he poured his soul into your growth—this is an established fact, with no possibility of reversal."
"There's no hope at all?" Aige continued to press, her voice already trembling.
