Bzzzt—!
The panels on the Life Converter's surface spun rapidly once more, and its antenna extended.
This time, it was not absorbing the energy of a single evil spirit. Instead, like an invisible vortex, it began frantically siphoning the dense life essence and dark power lingering in the air, originating from the nearly thirty slain man-eating goblins.
The life energy of these primitive, savage monsters was unexpectedly immense.
A few minutes later, the Converter stopped operating, and its antenna retracted.
Dean picked it up and felt an unprecedented fullness emanating from within.
The sphere seemed to have come alive. Colorful light flowed within it, containing astonishing vitality.
"It's full." Dean's voice trembled with excitement. "Sam, it's full!"
"Really? That's great!" Sam was equally excited.
Because Lohr had said that once it was fully charged, it would be enough to activate John's body.
Without wasting a moment, they rushed the two survivors to the nearest hospital, then sped back to the motel where they were hiding.
Inside the room, Dean and Sam carefully dragged John's body—preserved from decay by the evil spirit power Wu Heng had injected into it—from beneath the bed and laid it flat on top.
Then Dean faced the darkest shadow in the corner of the room and called softly, "Mr. Butler?"
The shadow rippled like water, and the skeletal Reaper Butler in a suit silently emerged, still holding the black box that sealed John's soul.
Wu Heng had left him here for two reasons: to guard John's body and to preside over the resurrection ritual at the critical moment.
The Butler said nothing, his hollow eye sockets fixed on Dean.
Suppressing his racing heart, Dean presented the Life Converter with both hands.
The Butler took the Converter, his bony fingers lightly brushing across its surface as though