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"Hell no!" Hanzo suddenly shouted.

"W-what!? Why not!" Tyr rebutted.

Malon closed his eyes, his soul entirely crushed and defeated. 

'Mother... take me now.' He said to himself, ready to leave Subworld.

"You fool!" Hanzo slapped Tyr on the back of the head, "Does he not have responsibilities here? Who will take care of his people!? On top of that, this new power he's gotten might just make him useless in battle from now on."

Tyr understood the first part and accepted it, but was confused by the latter: "What? How so? He used it fine yesterday."

"Tsk... it's not about yesterday. It won't be every day that he is lifted up by his ancestors. After recovering, he may not ever get used to this new fighting style. Don't underestimate the effect of sudden change on a person. It not only depends on their luck but also their will to change and how much they are willing to put in. Their conviction, so to speak."