Ending 1: The Fire of No Regrets_7

"The Southern Hemisphere of the 'Reality' Planetosphere, on an island farthest from the land, the setting sun was resplendent, and the sea breeze was gentle."

A figure shrouded in dark grey mist reclined lazily on a beach chair made of shells and pearls.

His face was obscured by the grey fog, making it hard to discern his true appearance, and bystanders could only detect that his gaze was constantly focused on the waves that fluctuated with the sea breeze.

A few steps away from this grey figure, the Assassin Angel raised his right hand, forming a light orb in his palm that emitted a gentle luminous warmth.

He directed the light of the orb with his thoughts, weaving it into a tangible beam of light that fell upon the grey figure and penetrated his body.

A prolonged hum came from the tip of the grey figure's nose, carrying a sense of relief and satisfaction as if he had finally fulfilled a long-standing craving for a cigarette.