Chapter 188: The Middleman Takes His Cut
A shipwright, on the verge of death, willing a ghost ship into existence with his own soul—it was a story as great and tragic as a mother feeding her child with her own flesh and blood in the face of disaster.
Ambrose's answer might be cruel, but it would at least provide Aige with a resolution to her quest.
The question was whether she could accept it.
If a demigod-level undead were to lose control, very few people here today would survive.
Aige stared at Ambrose and murmured, "According to you, if my father is to return… I must die."
Ambrose shook his head. "No. Even if you were willing to sacrifice yourself, it still wouldn't bring him back. What has already happened cannot be undone. He used his soul to nourish your growth. That is an established fact. There is no reversing it."
"Is there truly no hope at all?" Aige pressed. Her voice trembled slightly.
Ambrose felt a pang of sympathy. She had paid too high a price to hear such a verdict.
"It's not absolutely impossible," he said carefully. "If Aion were willing to help you, his power could fulfill any wish. But a Wish spell alone would be far from enough, and Aion has never granted blessings to mortals. Whether you worship him or curse him, he does not look upon the mortal world. The only beings who can draw Aion's attention… are true deities.