Knowledge

"So, they believe he is dead?" A figure with feminine features said, standing over the spot where Toffee died at. It chuckled. "As long as knowledge exists...nothing is gone forever. How ironic that the people's tales of him wound be their undoing."
With this, the figure's hand glowed and Toffee's finger sprouted from the ground. The figure picked up the finger, chuckling lowly.
"I hope (Y/N) doesn't mind a finger." It said, forming in the room the human slept in......