As the darkness of death finally devoured their consciousness, the last thought in the hearts of the three was the same despair:
"We... have never truly lived..."
.........
The chill of death spread like a tide.
Lianna's "corpse" lay quietly in a pool of blood, the fatal wound on her chest no longer bleeding.
Her skin was a sickly blue-purple, eyes closed, breath absent.
To any observer, this young witch seemed completely dead.
But at the peak of the eclipse's glow, a miracle occurred.
Lianna's body began to twitch slightly, like a specimen stimulated by an electric current.
At the edges of the fatal wound on her chest, a strange green sap began to ooze out.
This wasn't blood, but some kind of plant essence brimming with life energy.
They writhed like living beings, quickly repairing damaged vessels and organs.
The entire resurrection process lasted nearly ten minutes.
