Her body looked almost untouched by time. The skin retained its colour, and the muscles had not decayed.
Even the faint pressure naturally produced by her flesh remained powerful enough that an ordinary Rank Three probably wouldn't have been comfortable standing nearby.
There was too much vitality for something dead. But Michael had already confirmed the truth repeatedly. She was dead. Completely.
Of course, he had made sure this was specifically the case the moment she entered the Mausoleum.
After bringing her into the Mausoleum, Michael had been extremely thorough. Every trace of consciousness he could find had been examined.
Anything that looked even remotely suspicious had been suppressed, removed, or destroyed.
Michael did not want to spend all this effort gathering resurrection materials just for the original owner to suddenly wake up halfway through and ask why he was touching her.
