He will not forget this day, nor will he forget his own promise.
Compared to his excursion this time, his life on Mount Olympus was so carefree and peaceful.
Looking at Amon, who was gradually turning to ashes amidst the thunder and lightning, Dionysus felt as though his soul had become much heavier.
It was as if he had donned a layer of clothing, or perhaps the dew of the early morning.
Perhaps this is the weight of a promise... his promise to Amon.
From now on, he was no longer the carefree individual, but also burdened with the life of another.
After all, those who die corrupted by evil creatures, as well as those eradicated by the Divine King's divine power, find it difficult to preserve their souls.
Amon was now dead to the point of no return; even if the legendary Well of Reincarnation in the Spirit Realm were found, there would be no chance for his resurrection.
"Ancient Evil: Star of Death Omens..."