Dragon King's Harem Chapter 353. Revive The Dead III
A thick silence hung in the air, punctuated only by the steady rise and fall of the dragon's chest.
I stood there, frozen, my eyes locked on the miraculous sight before .
The creature's breathing, though shallow, was proof of the impossible feat we had just achieved.
My heart pounded fiercely in my chest, a mix of exhilaration and disbelief coursing through my veins.
Around , the atmosphere was charged with a sense of awe and astonishnt.
Jyne mirrored my shock. Her eyes, wide and unblinking, remained fixed on the dragon, her body rigid as if she were afraid the slightest movent might undo what had just been done.
She was not a healer, her skills lay in the manipulation of wind and electricity, yet here she stood, having just played a crucial role in snatching life back from the death.
Al's voice, when it finally broke the silence, sounded as if it ca from far away.
"Your Majesty... You just revived the dead," he said, his tone a mixture of awe and disbelief.
I turned to face him. His jaw was slack, his eyes wide.
I looked around the tent and saw that Al was not alone in his shock. Every pair of eyes in the room was fixed on , on the dragon, on the scene of the miracle.
The healers, soldiers, and even the other patients bore expressions that mingled disbelief with a dawning realization of what had just occurred.
In Igixar, the laws of life and death were immutable, dictated by the magics that governed the world.
We had used a thod unheard of in this world, a defibrillation technique borrowed from my mories.
The success of such a procedure here opened a Pandora’s box of possibilities and questions. What else could be achieved if the knowledge of two worlds could be combined?
"Yes," finally that word ca out of my mouth, though it felt foreign, almost detached, as if spoken by soone else.
I stood there, my body rigid with the weight of what had just occurred, my mind racing through the implications.
The tent was thick with tension and disbelief, every pair of eyes locked onto , onto the dragon, onto the brink of the impossible we had just crossed.
Jyne, still at my side, seed frozen in ti. Her body trembled subtly, a visible shiver running through her as she stared down at her hands—as if they were foreign objects that had just perford a miracle.
Taking her hand, I squeezed it gently, trying to ground her.
“Both of us,” I affird softly, ensuring she knew this was not my victory alone, but ours.
Yet, she remained silent, her eyes wide and unseeing, lost in the gravity of what we had done.
Al's reaction was different. A sad smile graced his features, not the joyful kind, but one marred by the complexity of emotions swirling within him.
His eyes, usually so sharp and clear, were now glassy with unshed tears.
He repeated his earlier words, “Your Majesty, you just revived the dead,” his voice cracking as if he was trying to make sense of the reality that defied everything known.
I had known Al in many capacities—jovial, dark, cunning—but this vulnerable facet was new to .
Then, as if a dam had broken, Al's knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, overwheld by the mont.
His actions seed to trigger a wave, a collective response from everyone in the tent. One by one, like dominos, the other soldiers, healers, even the patients who could muster the strength, began to kneel.
Their faces were turned towards , awe mixed with a profound respect that bordered on reverence. Tears stread down their faces.
"Long live the dragon king!" Al's voice, thick with emotion, cut through the charged air.
The chorus was picked up by others, “Long live the dragon king!”
I swept my gaze across the room.
I stood, rooted to the spot, overwheld by the scene unfolding before . It was not the first ti I had been hailed by my people, but this was different. This was not just about leadership or power; it was about the boundary between life and death that we had just danced across.
Pride swelled within , a protective feeling for these people who looked up to , not just as their king but now as sothing more, perhaps a symbol of their own hopes and survival.
Yet, alongside it was an acute sense of responsibility, heavier now than ever before.
I simply nodded, acknowledging their tribute. It was a pivotal point, not just for , but for Igixar.
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