Sylvanas and Darion Mograine had long been waiting in Quelrins City. Every member of the Kingdom of Lordaeron's leadership was also present. They wanted to witness this sacred moment; in their eyes, this was the beginning of the Kingdom of Lordaeron's revival.
"Is everyone ready?" Patrick smiled faintly at the undead who had been waiting before him.
The eyes of those undead flickered constantly, their minds churning with enormous waves. This day had finally come. At last, they could become living beings again and return to their original forms.
A massive magic circle appeared beneath Patrick's feet. The first group of undead stepped inside, and brilliant azure light shone. When the dead appeared again, they had become living beings.
As time passed and Patrick reached the demigod stage, his control over arcane power was on an entirely different level from what it had been at the immortal stage.
By now, resurrecting the dead had long since become second nature to Patrick.
When the last undead stepped into the magic circle, ghostly blue light enveloped Sylvanas's entire body, and the resurrection ritual entered its final stage.
Adjusting time, rebuilding the body, infusing life. As time flowed, a series of complex spellcasting processes gradually took effect on Sylvanas.
At best, Patrick's set of spells could only be considered a False Resurrection. It still fell a little short of resurrection in the true sense.
But as long as it worked, and worked well, that was enough.
Thump, thump, thump, thump. The stench of decay vanished from her body, and that familiar heartbeat returned. Sylvanas was alive.
Two streams of tears flowed from Sylvanas's eyes. The flowers and plants growing around Quelrins City looked full of vitality. The sky had finally returned to the azure blue it had once been, and those human souls