"Impossible. The dead cannot be resurrected. That is an ironclad law."
"After a person dies, their soul dissipates. This is irreversible; no amount of life force can change it."
"My lord, do you wish to resurrect the dead?"
Ash's expression turned serious.
Due to their innate ability under the Symbiotic Pact, Banshees perceived souls far more clearly than other races.
"If it is merely physical death—for example, the Fishmen whose life force was drained dry after signing the pact before—then they can still be saved."
"For instance, pouring a large amount of life force into them can restore them quickly without side effects. Before you signed pacts with the other Banshees in the cave, your life force was nearly drained dry as well, but you recovered very quickly."
"The opposite is the death of the soul."
"Once a soul dies, no method can save it."
"Even if the body is revived, it will no longer possess the soul it once had."
"..."
The Mind Link fell silent again.
"Then what if—"
"I mean, what if—"
"The soul was transferred somewhere else? Would the body then have a chance of being revived?"
"That is impossible, my lord. A soul cannot exist separately from its body. For mortals, soul and flesh are inseparable."
"What about Transcendents?"
"I don't know."
"..."
"But I have a guess."
"What is it?"
"Only gods can have souls that exist independently in this world."
Ash seemed to hear a sigh.
After a while, another message came through the Mind Link:
"Ash, I need to ask something of you."
"Go into the deep sea, into the Abyssal Trench, and bring me back some Pollution."
"I have a feeling that the Pollution in the deep sea is different from other Pollution."
"Our Life Pool is large enough now, so