One Hundred Worlds

"I can't do it," William said as he rested his hands on the two Soul Crystals that served as Elliot's and Conan's coffins.

"I see." The God of Familiars closed his eyes. 

In truth the old man didn't want to see William shatter the soul crystals because, for him, it was like killing his own children in front of him.

Although Elliot and Conan were already dead, as the God of Familiars, it pained him to look at the dead familiars, who were part of the first generation of familiars in the World of Hestia.

"Is there really no other way?" William asked.

"That is the only one I know of," the God of Familiars replied. "Since you don't want to do it then we will have to do something else."

Chloee and Claire felt relieved in their hearts. Having interacted with Elliot and Conan, they didn't want their vessels to be desecrated. They knew that one day, they too, would be housed within the Grave of Familiars when their time was over.