Chapter 634

Miki didn’t have to resurrect everyone based on just her own power. Since I could copy any skill my girls had, I could copy Miki’s power. Much like experience, there was a limitation of distance. I couldn’t use Lydia, or Celeste’s abilities right now. If I could, I might have considered building a wall around the city. Actually, even if I had Terra’s ability, my control of Earth wasn’t to the point that I could ever accomplish such a feat. That was the difference between possessing a skill and having the knowledge of a job. I wasn’t an Earth Manipulator, and even if I can emulate an Earth Manipulation skill, I’d never have the free and fluid control of it that Terra did.

The same could be said about every girl. They all had their strengths, and those strengths were a part of them. Their individual skills could be used for an occasional boost, but Celeste’s ability with wind was not just the sum of all of her wind skills. She was so much more than that. It was same for the rest. We were all just the best at what we were good at. My skill was always support. However, I was a White Mage, so I already had a good affinity for Resurrection.

I actually thought I’d unlock Resurrection already, but apparently not. If White Mage didn’t eventually unlock Resurrection, I’d definitely be shocked. I guess it was a pretty high-level skill for most people. Only Priests got it at a relatively low level. I guess that’s the gift you get for worshipping god. Seems like he’s playing favorites, but I guess I couldn’t complain.

After all the bodies had been gathered up, Ruby was watching anxiously while Shao and Carmine appeared unaffected. Raissa had ended up getting sick and was now on the outside of town near Salicia, who seemed to be strangely contemplative after seeing the carnage earlier. I wanted to ask her about it, but I also didn’t want to waste daylight while we had people to bring back. While we supposedly had weeks to do this, I felt a certain rush to bring people back. They probably wouldn’t notice the time difference, but I felt like delaying resurrecting people was a bit disrespectful.

I put my hand on the first corpse. I picked an adult male. I worried about resurrecting children before their mothers, as they may be genuinely scared. It was the same for women, who might feel threatened given the last few things they had seen before death. I had already prepared a bunch of waterskins filled with waters of life for them to drink so that they could recover quickly. Of course, as we resurrected people, we would need to be replenishing our own mana as well.

I began the Resurrection spell. Everyone was just a bit tense. It was unlikely even bandits this organized were using soul-reaping weapons that would prevent Resurrection, but you could never be too careful. Until we brought someone back, there was no telling what might have happened.

The Resurrection spell existed in two parts. Part one restored the body. This was the stage where if the body existed anywhere else in the world, it would turn to dust. According to what I’ve read, this effect seems to be universal. No matter where the body was, even in a dungeon, this held true. It was like an immutable law that only one body could exist at a time. You couldn’t create backups and just leap to the next body when the last one died. As soon as one body was created, the one most suitable for housing the soul would survive, and the other would degrade.

Sometimes, this spell worked more like restoration, bringing the body back to its original state. Other times, it’d be like a summon, bringing the body from its resting spot to where you were resurrecting it. Finally, it could be like building a new body from scratch. The second part was summoning, reassembling, and then inserting the soul in the body.

This all sounded very complicated, but all you did was say the chant, send out the mana, and then everything else was automatic. It took anywhere from one to ten minutes based on the difficulty of the host. This person only took about one minute.

His eyes snapped open, and he let out a gasp of air. One down, three hundred to go.