The vast black skeleton vanished the moment it touched Arthur, disappearing without a trace with its unique Aura of Death.
The whole process was as if it had been reduced to ashes and smoke.
It left everyone watching dumbfounded.
They could not understand why this was so.
Just as they could not understand why people are born different from one another.
Or perhaps...
The gap between people is even greater than that between a person and a dog.
And death and death?
There are indeed ranks that cannot be crossed.
If the difference between a person and a dog is still within this world, then crossing these ranks is a difference on a world scale—only by entering this world can one understand how it differs from the original world.
But none of that mattered anymore.
The cloud formed by the Aura of Death had dispersed.
The unique oppressive power of death had completely disappeared.
Simon, Hunter, and Newt all stood up again, looking at Arthur with faces full of reverence.
