The moment Leonhardt left the dungeon, he gazed at the notifications he disable while dealing with Sylvie, and a sense of guilt throbbed in the back of his mind. Normally, monsters would be reborn, but those killed by this demon vanished forever.
Their souls destroyed.
'I cannot bring the same goblin's back?'
[No...]
Ifrit didn't expect this sort of reaction from Leonhardt. Because he normally acted so calmly when dealing with the dungeon, she mistook it for lack of interest. However, she realised that Leon just prioritised rising to a level where he could confidently call himself their master.
'What can I do for the lost goblins, A memorial will the survivors care?'
Leon's mind raced as he walked through the embervale forest. Its trees swayed with a low howl, almost forming a solemn song as if mourning the goblins.
'How is Gobomir?"
A strange emotion constantly bit at the mind of Leonhardt.
He understood it was anger... rage.
