At the river of reincarnation...

A tremendous noise had been going on for dozens of minutes already. 

It was the aftermath of a collapse of an invisible dam—the dam created by the distortion of hell, and imprisoned the souls in the river. 

"Thank you." 

“Thank you...” 

The liberated souls—they expressed their gratitude to Kraugel as they finally let go of the sorrow and pain they had experienced for eternity and started to enter the path of reincarnation. 

“I won’t forget your last words and will deliver them to Grid.” 

I will deliver your words to Grid, who isn’t here, on your behalf. 

Kraugel thought so and promised. The souls were bewildered for a moment before smiling. Contrary to Kraugel’s thoughts, the souls were grateful to him too. It was because he shouted that Grid would surely defeat Baal and gave them hope. Thanks to him, they endured the pain for a while. This was a tremendous blessing for the souls. 

“In our next life, we will return the merits to you and Grid.” 

These were the words of a soul. It blurred so quickly that Kraugel couldn’t get a close look at the soul's appearance, but he could see the neatly shaved head and deep eyes. He thought this soul must’ve been a monk-like practitioner in his lifetime. 

The cycle of life. 

Reincarnation—Kraugel had a vague idea of the value of this concept. The souls had started to prepare for reincarnation...