Hayatobi turned to the glowing balls of light, their golden luminescence reflecting in his eyes like distant stars. He exhaled, the sound heavy with the history of the room.
"Each of these lights belongs to special individuals who have bled for the dragon empire, who have carved their names through blood and sweat. Each one of them gains this opportunity." He said, his voice echoing in the silent chamber. He looked over his shoulder at Mirabella and Hitachi, his expression serious.
"With what I have observed, both of you will gain more powers in the future, and we don't want your lives to be short." He said.
"Huh?"
The two blinked, surprised by his words. They had expected a weapon or a title, not a concern for their longevity.
"Yes! This here are resurrection orbs! Once your souls' signatures are marked with these things, and by chance, you got killed or died in a battle! We can simply resurrect you right here! In a simpler form, you have an extra life!!"
"....?!!"
