A trace of Shireen's life force remained inside the stone dragon.
Faint, but real.
Lynn had only just discovered it.
The two stone dragons forcibly tamed by Dragonbinder now lay quietly there like two enormous statues.
The lava inside them no longer churned. Only a dim red glow seeped through the cracks in their obsidian.
Lynn gently pressed his palm against one stone dragon's cold, hard shell.
He activated Legendary Rank [Flame Resurrection].
Golden life energy flowed from his palm, slowly entering the stone dragon's body.
This energy was not meant to repair the stone dragon's body. Instead, like the most precise probe, it carefully searched for that faint trace of Shireen's soul.
This was risky.
The stone dragon had been born of a cruel sacrifice.
Shireen's blood had been used as fuel to bring this soulless war machine into existence.
The Lord of Light had harvested most of her energy, restoring Lynn's Authority, while a small portion had merged into this obsidian shell.
What Lynn needed to do was piece those fragments back together, little by little.
Golden energy flowed through the stone dragon like streams of light, seeping deep into the grain of every piece of obsidian.
Lynn closed his eyes. His consciousness merged with that energy and sank into a darkness of chaos.
He saw her.
A tiny figure of light huddled in a corner, trembling.
That figure was so dim it could go out at any moment. It was what remained of Shireen's soul.
Her consciousness had become hazy, leaving only the most primal fear and pain.
The memory of burning flames.
Her father's cold gaze.
Like an endless nightmare, they tormented her over and over.
Lynn's consciousness became a gentle ball of light and slowly approached.
"Don't be afraid."
A voice rang out deep within