Greg's colossal body at this moment was as stiff as a frozen sculpture.
A reluctant sigh escaped his mouth, the skyward flame vanished, and leaves of the Golden Tree floated down from nowhere, as if witnessing his finale.
Uffie, having just gathered all her strength for a strike, now collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.
As she turned back, Greg's body had already faded, slowly turning into ash, completely disintegrating into flying dust under the storm of Stoneveil, while his final words echoed in the air.
"So his goal was to return home, after all."
Uffie recalled what she had heard from Roger about Greg and couldn't help but talk to herself.
Though this guy was a troublesome enemy, with a myriad of difficult-to-handle abilities, and his appearance could mentally scar people, and "limb attachment" was seen as vile as necromancy... listing it all was just a pile of loathed traits.
But just the dream of wanting to return home made Uffie unable to truly hate him.
