The Soul's Howl resounded in the mind, and as Belial chewed, the demon spirits in the Ruby disintegrated, turning into an overwhelming Magic Power that surged into his body.
Power surged violently, and as Belial consumed his own kin, his aura climbed steadily, now pressing close to Neireida.
"How cruel..."
Neireida said expressionlessly, "They are the kin you created. Don't you cherish them at all?"
"Because I created them, I can decide their life and death!" Belial laughed. "Returning to my body is an honor for them. On the contrary, Neireida, you who have grasped the Authority of the Prophet, should know what today's outcome will be."
"Today is my day of return," said Neireida. "But unfortunately, it is neither your sacrificial day nor mine."
"So, you still intend to stop me?"
"I am not the Goddess of Fate. I can foresee the future but I will never be bound by it, because the future is created by the present, and it can be changed."
