But compared to death, this could only be considered a trivial price.
She raised her head, her gaze a little unfocused as she swept over the familiar yet strange scene around her, finally locking onto the figure hovering above the torch, exuding a gentle and magnificent divine power.
"Ma… Captain Marsha?!"
The voice of the Night Watcher beside her was filled with incredulous joy and choking sobs, and several Night Watchers were tearful at this moment.
As if in a chain reaction, the heroes who had once fallen began to open their eyes one by one and sit up in the coffins.
Broken Sword Roland gripped the longsword in his hand, which had reformed and shimmered with unyielding light; in other coffins, familiar faces displayed confusion and shock, eventually transforming into wild joy and indescribable excitement, and they all stood up!
