Everyone could only stare at Irene as she deactivated her ability; she stood calmly as her long crimson hair danced to the rhythm of the wind, her posture composed as though she had done nothing of significance, yet she bore a small, satisfied smile on her face, showing she was indeed pleased with their improvement.
Everyone couldn't help but feel like she had received the greatest power-up out of all of them. Being able to resurrect someone, bringing them back to life despite their True Death, was something no one could have ever pulled off, aside from perhaps people like Anthony. Indeed, such a feat transcended ordinary comprehension and bordered on the absolute, as it defied the very limitations that governed existence itself.
