".....!"
Anne stared in Sylas's direction with wide eyes. Holding onto Lazarus with one hand as he struggled under his grasp, his hands flying as he tried to reach for him but to no avail, she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
He was supposed to be dead.
She saw it with her own eyes. The gaping hole in his chest, and his breath leaving his body.
Anne had heard, long ago, of rare items and forbidden substances said to grant revival from death itself. One of the most famous was Mortum's blood. The direct blood of the God of Immortality.
Is it possible...?
'No, there's no way. If he did have something like that, he'd already be gone by now.'
The collectors weren't things that they could afford to provoke.
It had to be something else.
Something—
".....Ah!?"
Anne's expression changed drastically as Sylas's eyes started to change. Gradually, they started to turn a familiar white color, and her heart sank as Lazarus appeared to struggle even further under his grip.
