After dealing with the nine alchemy masters, Lynn stood before the workbench in the church's inner chamber, silent for a moment as though weighing something.
Then he raised his right hand. Myriad Phenomena's gray-white radiance poured from his palm, gathering into an outline in the open space before the workbench.
Aldric's body emerged from the light, lying flat on the ground with his eyes closed, as if asleep.
Since his soul had been stripped away by Lynn without him suffering much damage, there were no obvious wounds or breaks on the surface of his body.
His breathing had stopped, yet his body retained its intact state from before death, neither decayed nor distorted.
Lynn crouched and pressed his hand against Aldric's wrist.
The skin beneath his fingers was cool. It was not a biting cold, but like a normal temperature that had dropped and stabilized within a certain low range.
He sent his spiritual power into the body and sensed that its bones and muscles remained intact.
The traces of alchemical array patterns on the body's surface had also completely vanished, leaving behind no residual energy fluctuations.
This body had become utterly still, but if revived, he would still be that terrifying alchemy master.
Lynn straightened and took out another container from his dimensional space.
This container was somewhat larger than the previous ones, with three horizontal sealing runes engraved across its surface.
The runes formed a composite witch formation, ensuring that the soul within could not escape.
The light inside the container was brighter than the souls of the nine alchemy masters, like a compressed flame that remained steadily luminous.
Holding the container, Lynn walked over and set it beside the workbench. Then he stood between the workbench and the container, looking down at the body and soul.
Reviving