"Alright, let's begin."
Cornell stepped back a few paces, returning to the base of the altar, and nodded towards Priest Isidor, who was waiting nearby.
He instinctively wanted to take out the black wood statue he had just stuffed into his chest, but glanced at the elf corpse lying quietly on the table.
After pondering for a moment, he suppressed a certain impulse that seemed to be a bodily instinct.
The slightly raised hand was then lowered, hanging somewhat unnaturally at the sides of his thighs.
He did not notice the mage's somewhat strange behavior.
This resurrection spell was an incredibly challenging task for Isidor, who had not yet stepped into the realm of the transcendent.
He was not in the mood to care about anything else.
Since just now, he had been fully focused on adjusting his state, even his breathing faintly resonating with the silver-white mist drifting above the church, as if trying to merge his entire being with the Moon God Church.
