This was beyond incredible.
The celestial figure absorbing the flames and lunar energy was indeed the Wyvern Saint Knight, Lyanna. Marcus finally understood what he was looking at. The form before him was not flesh and blood, but her spirit, reshaped and solidified by the power of the Spring of Purity. That explained the faint blurring around her features at the beginning, and the strange duality in her presence, the sharp bite of frost intertwined with a gentle, almost maternal warmth that radiated from her heroic silhouette.
What truly stunned him, however, was his Insight skill. Even at Level 2, it was feeding him layers of lore and strategic understanding as if someone had handed him the annotated script to a divine event. If this was what it could do now, he could hardly imagine what it would become at higher tiers. Broken did not begin to describe it.
He forced himself to focus.
The resurrection was reaching its final stage.
