"Next, I will remove the undead aura from your bodies and souls, then infuse you with my power."
"Throughout the process, all you need to do is sleep."
The pleasant voice echoed beside her ears. Yala nodded heavily in agreement and handed over the two Intermediate Magic Crystals she held in her arms.
"What are these for?" Kyle asked gently as he looked at the Intermediate Magic Crystals she offered.
Yala hesitated before saying, "I hope you can keep them for us."
"No problem. I'll return them after you are reborn."
Kyle reached out, accepted the Intermediate Magic Crystals, and put them away.
Yala withdrew her right hand, then pulled her left arm free from her younger sister's embrace and had her sit properly.
Meeting her elder sister's stern gaze, Rita lowered her head, placed her hands on her knees, and waited quietly.
Seeing this, Kyle could not help but smile. With a wave of his hand, he put both of them to sleep.
In a flash, he appeared behind them. Holding the younger sister in his left arm and the elder sister in his right, he used magic to levitate the blanket before placing them on it.
He removed their black Mage Robes and looked down at their legs, which were covered in scars.
Kyle extended his left hand, gathered a healing spell at his fingertips, and gently traced it across their bodies, erasing the scars.
Hearing their unconscious moans, Kyle found it a little strange, but he did not dwell on it.
After finishing this, Kyle sat down nearby and inscribed Heavenly Script in the air, setting up an angel transformation ritual.
They had been necromancers for over twenty years and had still managed to remain neutral. That alone was enough to prove the firmness of their wills.