The deep-seated pain in the heart eased a bit, and the soul standing beside the tombstone seemed to see a way home.
Number Four no longer struggled, letting the starlight pierce through the dense fog formed by Death Intent, this feeling was incredibly familiar.
He vaguely remembered that every time he sought death, there would always be someone stubbornly coming to counsel him, that person making futile efforts again and again, until in the end, whenever he prepared to seek death, that person's image would involuntarily appear in his mind.
The tense nerves relaxed slightly, Number Four spread his five fingers and looked at the light in his palm.
The power that can heal the soul has never been overbearing, it is like the eternal starlight, shining gently, silently on the desolate heartland, never leaving.
