Isis was completely immersed in recalling the power of the Authority of Life. Naturally, she failed to notice Beacai’s unusual state.
She channeled her divine power, transforming it into shimmering golden threads. These threads drifted from within the crystal ball, seeping drop by drop into the bodies of those who had lost their lives.
Milton held his breath, daring not to exhale. He feared that even the slightest movement might inadvertently disrupt such sacred magic.
He stared intently at the two figures on the platform, his heart ceaselessly praying for a miracle. Soon, he realized that events were unfolding precisely as he had hoped.
The golden threads seemed to harbor a mysterious life force. After they entered the bodies, it wasn’t long before the pale cheeks of the deceased began to regain their color, and their long-dormant bodies gradually revived.
Boom, boom, boom.
Perhaps it was merely an illusion, but Milton distinctly heard their heartbeats. He clutched his own chest, a sense of disbelief washing over him. Then, he noticed their chests beginning to rise and fall with slow, deliberate breaths.
His body trembled with excitement, and his aged eyes grew moist. He bit his lip, anxiously awaiting the final outcome.
His intense emotion stemmed not only from the prospect of seeing his children again, but also from the profound impact of the Doctrine of Life itself.
Having lived for so long, he had never imagined that the Doctrine of Life could truly bestow life upon others. Could someone actually reach such a divine realm?
Or perhaps, she herself was a deity?
Milton swallowed hard, his mind a whirlwind of confusion, as he gazed at Isis’s back.
The power of life not only restored breath to the deceased, but it also regrew their lost fingers. After an indeterminate amount of time, their eyelashes fluttered, and they opened their eyes.
Seeing this, Isis released Beacai’s hand, wiping away the faint perspiration that had beaded on her forehead. Beacai, her face flushed, also withdrew her hand, lowering her head, lost in thought.
The divine power vanished within the crystal ball, and the golden threads snapped in mid-air. Yet, it mattered not; the deceased husband and wife were fully revived, and the platform that had sealed them was utterly shattered.
Sitting up from the ground, the male elf appeared dazed. He touched the liquid on his body, his muddled mind unable to process any information. The woman beside him reacted similarly, as if suffering from amnesia.
Milton rushed to their side, performing a spell to cloak them in robes and cover their exposed bodies.
Simultaneously, he knelt, gazing intently at their faces. Memories of days long past surged through his mind, instantly bringing tears to his eyes.
Seeing him approach, the man recoiled slightly. Then, his brow furrowed as if recalling something, and he asked in disbelief, “…Father?”
Without warning, Milton embraced him the next second, with such force that the man struggled to breathe. It was only after a few coughs that Milton belatedly loosened his grip.
“It’s good that you’re awake, so good…”
The woman beside the man also regained her memories. She pulled her robe tighter, gazing at her hands, which she could now control, her face filled with incredulity.
Evidently, she still remembered the moment of her death. Amidst the chaos of war, when the curse struck her, she felt a dizzying disorientation. By the time her vision normalized, she was already lying on the ground.
At that moment, she could no longer feel her body, and her eyelids rapidly closed. A deathbed montage flashed through her mind, and then she lost consciousness.
‘Shouldn’t I be dead? Why am I still alive?’
Seeing Milton’s intense emotion, she knew things couldn’t be so simple.
She and he also shared an embrace. Milton, however, chose not to reminisce with them immediately. Instead, he walked over to Isis, extended his index finger, and performed the most solemn rite of the Church of Life upon his chest.
His eyes were still red, and his emotions remained exceptionally strong. Yet, in front of Isis and Beacai, he forcefully suppressed these feelings, his demeanor becoming profoundly respectful.
“Thank you, young ladies, for your assistance. They have just awakened. Please tell me what you desire, young ladies. I, Milton, would even offer the rest of my life…”
Before he could finish, Isis smiled and waved her hand, saying, “There’s no need for repayment. You haven’t seen each other in so many years, and now you’ve just reunited. We won’t disturb you for now. We’ll see you later.”
“Miss Isis…”
With that, she gently pulled Beacai’s hand, and they left the basement. Milton instinctively reached out to stop them, but his hand halted mid-air.
For, just as she had said, he and his daughter had just reunited, and there were so many words yet unspoken. He couldn’t wait to catch up with them.
Stepping out of the basement, Beacai touched her lips with her finger, muttering with a hint of confusion, “They revere us so much, even though we didn’t do anything.”
She could feel Milton’s respect for them, including that of the two newly revived elves. Upon hearing Milton say that they had helped revive them, their eyes filled with reverence.
This reverence was devoid of the familiarity and affection she felt from her close followers. Normally, such respect could only be achieved by manipulating others with her divine power.
“Bringing back the relatives he cared about most — how is that ‘nothing’?” Isis retorted.
“Before, when I used divine arts to revive their relatives, they would only attack me and humiliate me, even though those relatives had the same souls…”
Beacai mumbled softly, still not understanding the difference. In the past, when she saw elves and humans suffering from the loss of loved ones, she would use her blood divine power to envelop the corpses, bringing them back to life.
These revived beings possessed the souls of those relatives. Due to being tainted by blood divine power, their appearance and personalities would differ slightly from when they were alive, but ultimately, they were still their relatives.
Yet, they felt she was toying with their loved ones. In their rage, they personally ended the lives of these revived relatives, loudly demanding to know why she would mock them.
She didn’t understand why they would do such a thing, especially since she had tried her best to please them.
Isis, discerning her thoughts, took her hand and sighed. “It won’t happen again.”
“Eh?” Beacai was slightly taken aback.
“As long as I’m here, everyone you help from now on will sincerely thank you.” Isis pinched her little cheek, acting like a true elder, nurturing her.
Beacai’s fair face once again flushed with the earlier blush. She nodded vigorously. “Mhm! I believe Mama!”