Ian stood frozen next to the open grave, his whole body shaking uncontrollably. His eyes stayed glued to Oriana's face, pure disbelief crashing over him. "Impossible…" His voice came out weak and broken.
"This… this is exactly how she looked when I buried her," he stammered, swallowing hard, his mind spinning wildly as he tried to make sense of the impossible sight in front of him. "How the hell hasn't she decayed after all these years?"
No one answered. Everyone's focus had already focused on Vladimir, who looked completely shattered by the shock. Seraphine dropped to her knees beside him right away, gently cradling his head in her hands.
"Dad… Dad, look at me," she whispered urgently. She checked his pulse and pressed her fingers against the pressure points she'd learned from years of traditional medicine. Without any hospital gear around, she had to trust the skills she'd spent so long mastering.
