Chapter 103: Something’s Wrong with the Grand Sage
The moment Leona finished chanting the incantation, magic began to flow rapidly.
Everyone present with relatively profound magical attainments could feel a huge vortex forming, centered on Agnes lying in the flower’s pistil. An immense amount of magic, as if drawn by a bottomless pit, converged towards the young girl.
Under the powerful suction emanating from Agnes’s body, even the stable flow of magic radiating outwards from the Sacred Tree was completely drawn away. Her body absorbed magic faster than the Sacred Tree could output it, rapidly draining the magic from the surrounding area.
However, even as she drained the magic, the nearby plants that relied on it showed no signs of wilting. Instead, they straightened their branches and leaves, proudly facing the sunlight filtering down from the Sacred Tree, appearing more vibrant than ever.
The Druids all sensed the abnormal flow of magic and quickly understood why the plants were thriving – although the Sacred Tree no longer radiated magic outwards, its roots were now transporting magic at an increased rate.
It was as if this giant plant had long prepared for this very moment, fulfilling a pre-planned task.
Leona, having just finished the incantation, also felt a wondrous connection being established between herself and the quietly sleeping Agnes.
Is this the process ABC uses when resurrecting us? Leona couldn’t help but exhale deeply, experiencing this unique sensation. It felt like a tunnel connected her and Agnes, drawing her own magic power and life force through it and into Agnes’s body. She felt slightly uneasy; this was a first for her.
“Don’t worry. There will be a period of magic and life force loss now; this is perfectly normal. Each of your resurrections requires a huge supply of magic and life force – of course, for me, it’s just a drop in the ocean, hardly worth mentioning,” Abyss’s gentle voice came from behind her. Because he was using a female voice now, Leona felt strangely calmer hearing it.
Magic and life force continued to drain away. Leona noticed this loss wasn’t a one-time extraction but more like “sharing half the total amount” with her. This lost magic and life force wasn’t replenished through normal bodily means; the upper limit was directly reduced.
And as this magic and life force were lost, Agnes, lying in the pistil, began to react.
Her initially serene sleeping face started showing various micro-expressions. The eyeballs beneath her eyelids began to move. Her jade-like hands, previously clenched into fists, now opened and closed like a sleeping baby’s.
Seeing her about to awaken, the two elders who knew her gasped. Both Baggs, who had only met her briefly, and Arcaiste, who had served her diligently, were shocked by the return of this deceased genius. Maggie also held her breath; she knew her mother had come here because of Agnes’s arrangements, met her father, and eventually gave birth to her.
Flora, ever thoughtful, gently draped a set of clothes over the unclothed Agnes – she had prepared this earlier. As soon as Abyss started chanting, Flora had realized that Agnes, resurrected in this manner, would be like a newborn, without clothes.
Agnes seemed to be trying to open her eyes. Whether it was the sunlight filtering through the Sacred Tree’s leaves being too strong, or the wind rustling in the canopy being too loud, her eyelashes fluttered, her brow furrowed slightly as she struggled to open her eyes. A hint of confusion flickered across her face, making everyone tense.
Abyss walked up at this moment, gently took one of her small hands, leaned close to her ear, and whispered softly, “Wake up, Agnes. It’s time.”
As Abyss finished speaking, Agnes’s eyes opened wide.
A pair of beautiful cyan eyes were revealed. Her pupils, initially dilated and unfocused, quickly constricted, regaining their perception of light.
“Hiss… Hoo…” The young girl’s deep breaths were clearly audible.
“Let me help you up and get dressed,” Abyss gently helped her sit up, assisting her in putting on the clothes Flora had draped over her. The girl’s body was slender yet possessed youthful grace. While helping her dress, Abyss couldn’t avoid seeing many beautiful sights, but he remained impassive, maintaining the necessary gentleness and elegance.
Agnes seemed not yet fully awake from her long slumber. She looked blankly at Abyss, who was helping her up, obediently raising her arms as he slowly helped her put on the clothes.
“How are you feeling? Alright?” Abyss asked again with a smile.
Agnes still looked around in confusion, her movements slow, just like Flora and Rebecca when they were resurrected.
Baggs, standing on Maggie’s shoulder, looked at Arcaiste nearby. Arcaiste was struggling to contain his excitement, the sadness on his face completely gone. His breathing became rapid, as if… he was trying hard not to cry?
Baggs licked his paw, puzzled. Arcaiste had this side to him? He had always been so composed.
“Can you speak?” Abyss asked, looking into her eyes.
Agnes reacted after a moment, opened her small mouth, and exhaled a syllable carrying a refreshing floral scent: “Ma…”
“Hm? What?” Abyss tilted his head.
“Mama…”
“What the heck,” Leona couldn’t help but blurt out from the side.
Had this just-awakened Grand Sage gotten something wrong?
Leona’s exclamation also caught Agnes’s attention. She turned her gaze to Leona, blinked, stared at her for a long time, then spoke again: “Papa…”
Baggs instinctively glanced at Arcaiste, who had just been holding back tears. His appearance was now completely different – he seemed utterly terrified, his face pale, looking like he was about to faint.
Had they resurrected the Grand Sage as an idiot?
Agnes then acted on her own. She sniffed in Leona’s direction, then, like a cat, moved her body over and rested her head on Leona’s chest.
“Papa!”
“What the hell! What’s going on! What happened? ABC!!!” Leona completely panicked.
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