The reaper's body fell backward.
The black gate of the Abyss, fluttering behind him, gently enveloped his body.
Noua Zakanuba slowly sank towards the abyss like a corpse thrown into a swamp.
At the same time, the curse that the reaper had cast was lifted.
The members, who had been writhing on the ground in nightmares, gradually opened their eyes.
The doves and mice, frozen in their master's embrace, also regained consciousness, coughing as they thawed.
The grass, which had been covered in frost, began to regain its original green color.
Ella, confirming that everyone was unharmed, looked back at Wonderstein.
He was still standing there, watching the disappearing reaper beyond the gate.
She made a complicated expression as she looked at his back.
Normally, she would have thought, 'He must have saved us because we needed him!' She would have dismissed his kindness and kindness as something he had carefully crafted.
