Lena down below lifted her head, looking towards the sky. The undead around her all turned their gazes to her, standing amidst the undead crowd.
Yet she seemed completely unaware, gazing at the somewhat frail figure in the sky, murmuring to herself, "Yiluo?"
A dense white radiance enveloped the golden-haired girl's body. The wound that pierced her began healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, even forcing the tail that stabbed her chest out of her body.
Her eye socket wounds rapidly healed as well, accompanied by a faint itch. The squirming flesh inside her eye socket formed a new eyeball.
Her previously blurry vision quickly cleared. She bewilderedly turned her head, looking behind her.
A somewhat immature yet steady face appeared in her field of view.
"Yiluo?" She slightly widened her eyes, seemingly unable to believe what she saw.
