Elsa carefully studied this person who looked exactly like her.
Elsa was already a supernatural person, and she had chosen [Burial] once at a node. She easily sensed that the other Elsa was not a living person, but a corpse.
Her gaze fell on the wound that went through the side of her forehead.
"You... you're my corpse. I still remember, I held the gun in my right hand when I killed myself. The bullet went in from the right and came out on the left. Just like that... yes, you're my corpse!"
She looked down at her hands in confusion. "But... if you're my corpse, why do I have a new body?" "[Resurrection] doesn't seem to say you have to use the old corpse to come back to life. Maybe this is how it's supposed to work," Vanessa said from beside her. She was beginning to understand.
"Elsa, your abilities are [Burial] and [Vitality]. Together, they brought forth the talent [Resurrection], while repairing the body is the power of [Restoration]. It has nothing to do with those two."
"That makes sense!" Understanding dawned on Elsa, though she still looked at her own corpse strangely.
After all, anyone would find it hard to stay calm upon seeing their own corpse move on its own.
Although Elsa often heard her sister talk about how bizarre the cult was, she had not quite expected it to be this bizarre. "But there's only one copy of my consciousness. Why can my corpse still move?"
She stared fixedly at the other Elsa. "You... can you tell me who you are?"
Elliot nodded. This was not hard to explain.
He just needed Vanessa to explain it. She was the Cult Leader, and everyone was willing to believe her.
With practiced ease, Elliot picked up Vanessa's