Instead of going to the Sea of Souls, my soul somehow merged with a Human fetus, while
still possessing the memories and power of my former-self. To me, a body is but a container
for my soul. With enough magical power, I can generate any amount of flesh. The fight with
the Heroes was an exception. I, who was tired with living, welcomed death, nothing
more. Those who wanted me dead, fearing I might revive and take revenge on them, did
something to try and extinguish my soul. This I can be certain of, ever since I was reborn I
have noticed that my power has weakened.