Chapter 1105: Chapter 780: Return from the Dead
As the black obsidian sarcophagi surrounding the base of the Light Torch began to undergo an unbelievable transformation under the illumination of the light dots.
The dark crystalline lids, profound as night, faintly emanating energy traces, became as transparent as the purest crystal!
Through the lids, one could clearly see the heroic souls resting inside!
They were not decayed remains, but were preserved in the posture of their sacrifice, wearing tattered yet proud battle armor, faces serene, as if merely in deep slumber.
You could even see a few fatal wounds on their bodies.
These were the bodies of the Night Watchers.
No mutilation, no decay.
They remain as they were at the moment of death.
Yet at this moment, under the light containing the great power of the Stone of Creation, those wounds were healing and closing at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The pale skin was regaining its color, while the coagulated blood seemed to possess life, flowing back!
"Barrier Marsha... her chest! The wound torn by the Shadow Demon... it’s disappearing!"
Someone pointed at one of the sarcophagi, their voice altered by excitement.
This person had obviously fought alongside this heroic soul.
"Broken Sword Roland! His shattered sword... the light of the blade is consolidating!"
An exclamation came from elsewhere.
Roland was known as Broken Sword Roland because after reaching Level Ten, he integrated his special skills and the equipment he acquired in the Tower of Trial.
The broken sword was an embodiment of his life, capable of evolving and growing with his power.
Simply put, the sword mirrored his life status.
Even more astonishing was that the eyes of the resting heroic souls in the sarcophagi began to tremble slightly! Their chests began to rise and fall faintly!
Revival!
There were indeed many legendary warriors here.
Mages studying resurrection, understanding the revival of the undead, were not lacking either.
Does this world have methods for resurrection?
Of course, it does.
But they were all imperfect, involving numerous flaws or even drawbacks through various means.
The price paid was substantial.
Moreover, the status upon revival was extremely imperfect, hardly considered as living.
Thus, they understood clearly.
The revival before them was not what they had seen before.
It was not the revival of the undead, not the standing up of skeletons, but a true sense of resurrection, where flesh is reformed, and the fire of life is reignited!
It’s a reversal of the laws of death, a miracle pulling both soul and body back from the other side of the Styx to the present world!
For these legendary individuals, this was something they could perceive.
It was a resurrection to the extent indistinguishable from a normally living Night Watcher.
"No... impossible..."
The Elf Prince Orion muttered in despair, his proud elven magic and eternal understanding of life completely collapsing in front of this miracle overturning the iron laws of life and death.
His knees went weak, nearly collapsing to the ground if not for holding onto the railing.
All around, humans, noble representatives, Minotaur Warriors, Snake-man Priests, all fell into a deathly silence and an indescribable wave of shock, minds blank, only left with deep-seated tremor and the ultimate impact from witnessing the miracle.
This was no joke.
Some legendary warriors even felt envious.
Why?
Why would the world allow such a state of revival of life?
It’s unfair.
At their level, they understood clearly that a truly perfect resurrection doesn’t exist.
For the world would simply not allow it.
But Kana made it happen, even through the Stone of Creation, representing something permitted by the world.
What favoritism!
Yet faced with the God that Kana was, these legendary warriors could only harbor their dissatisfaction internally, not daring to express it openly, and even this dissatisfaction quickly dissipated.
This meant that they too might enjoy such revival.
This was resurrection after all.
Who wouldn’t want such a fallback?
"Roar—!"
The earth-shattering dragon’s roar finally broke the absolute silence.
The black-and-white Giant Dragon coiled at the edge of the crown raised her head, letting out a roar filled with joy, awe, and proclamation! Her roar was like a signal.
The dome of light slowly faded away.
The brilliance of the Light Torch crown returned to gentleness, but its internally circulating color of primordial chaos was deeply imprinted within, heralding its transformation in essence.
Then, as numerous gazes widened almost to the point of tearing their sockets, the lids of those now transparent obsidian sarcophagi silently slid open.
Everyone held their breath.
They were about to witness.
They were about to witness the return of life.
Witness the heroic souls long lost descending upon the world once more.
A figure, rising slowly with a hint of the dazedness of new awakening, sat up from the sarcophagus closest to the base’s center.
She was tall, clad in fully restored female armor gleaming with a somber luster, her short brown hair framing a determined yet slightly puzzled face.
Instinctively, she touched her chest—once pierced through, now only leaving a faint trace akin to newborn skin.
With a wave of her hand,
a data panel appeared before her.
The blood volume was still unfilled, yet she had truly come back to life.
The only issue was.
She had lost a level.
Originally she was Level Ten, with two-thirds of her experience filled, ready to ascend to legendary status.
But now her level was Level Nine, with no experience value at all.
She had lost a level, along with an extra two-thirds of the experience bar.
