Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 301 The Boundary Between Life and Death: I Want You to Live
The mages who descended upon the town were swift and coordinated perfectly.

They were not ordinary rabble, but rather like a real army!

The uniform dark gray cloaks concealed their faces and figures, covering all the insignia that might reveal their identities, but the cold, disciplined demeanor they exuded could not be erased.

Soraka's divine sense, like an invisible net, enveloped the points of soul light that had been drawn from the Death Realm.

Despite the killer's best efforts to disguise herself, and even the use of magical items to confuse her aura, those deliberately concealed traces could not be hidden in the face of her star power that understood the origin of life!
"Parthenon..."

"It was done by the Parthenon men..."

She understood everything in an instant.

In order to quickly silence the rumors and prevent the news from spreading, Parthenon used his own resources.

Because if you want to use someone else to do your dirty work, it will be slow and complicated, and more people will know about it!
If they do it themselves, as long as they do it cleanly, no one will find out.

They thought they had done something flawless.

However, little did they know that they were facing Soraka and Kindred.

“Well…well, what a magnificent Parthenon!” Soraka’s voice was no longer ethereal.

She also learned why Parthenon was causing her trouble.

It wasn't for some ridiculous 'healing demons' thing, but because I discovered her resurrection magic!
The starlight around her fluctuated violently, and the originally soft light became dazzling and cold, as if billions of stars were exploding in anger!

Kindred (Sheep Spirit) silently took a step forward and stood side by side with Soraka.

His gaze swept over the scattered points of human souls in that small town, filled with resentment and terror due to the violent deaths.

"Although the soul light has been disturbed, the original imprint has not been dispelled; although the resentment of the violent death is strong, it has not yet eroded the true spirit." The voice of the sheep spirit was like a divine voice that calmed the soul, carrying the supreme power to soothe the wounds, and entered into all the dead souls.

“I control the order of death, and can appease their grievances, heal their wounds, and restore their clarity.”

He turned to Soraka: "I can heal their souls; the rest is up to you."

Soraka took a deep breath.

Her stunning beauty was replaced by a sense of perseverance.

Parthenon wanted to bury the truth with death? To cover up the evil with mud? She was determined to reshape everything that had been buried in broad daylight!

She took a step forward, and it felt as if an invisible staircase of stars was lifting her up.

She opened her arms as if embracing the whole world.

"You want them dead?" Soraka's voice carried a power that could shatter all constraints.

"I insist that they—live!"

"Live under the clear blue sky! Live in the truth you are trying so hard to cover up!"

Buzz—! ! ! !

The indescribable power of the stars erupted from Soraka's body!
The stars in the Atlantic Ocean, inspired by Soraka's power, responded in unison.

Soraka's figure was engulfed by the dazzling starlight!

Her hair transformed into a flowing waterfall of stars, her eyes into two vortexes that devoured all light, and the Star Staff in her hand, like a miniature supernova forcibly restrained, burst forth with a light that made everything pale in comparison!
"In my true name, Soraka, I command the heavens and the stars!" Every syllable of hers resonated with distant galaxies.

"Tracing the traces of time, pinpointing the imprint of life!"

"Using the stars as threads, weave the web of destiny! Forging the foundation of flesh and blood, igniting an inextinguishable soul!"

"Starry Wish - Life Reshaping and Return!"

As her final divine words fell, the vast and unparalleled power of the stars descended upon the town's soul light, which Kindred had just soothed its resentment, repaired its wounds, and stabilized its essence! Rumble—!!!
The earth let out a dull groan!
The thick layers of soil, vegetation, and even the rocks buried deep underground rapidly melt away before this pillar of starlight, which possesses the power to reverse life and death.

The outline of the buried wooden house foundation began to emerge, the rotten wooden beams regained their resilience as if time had reversed, and the broken bricks and stones automatically returned to their positions and mended!
The dried-up well gushed forth with clear spring water again, and the collapsed fence "grew" out of the ground like new shoots!
The traces of the streets were redrawn, and the stone slabs of the square were washed clean and new by the power of the stars!

Then the starlight began to outline a blurry human figure.

Skin, muscles, blood vessels, bones... everything is being reshaped at a visible speed under the weaving of the power of the stars!

Anna, the woman, stared in astonishment at her hands, which had regained their strength.

Little Luke curiously touched his perfectly intact cheek.

The old hunter, Byrne, felt the solid, warm earth beneath his feet in disbelief…

Hundreds of figures, amidst the dazzling starlight, transformed from illusion to reality, from death to life!
Soraka, like a goddess wielding the spindle of life, single-mindedly guided this magnificent miracle that transcended the boundaries of life and death.

The Parthenon's seemingly flawless massacre and cover-up were completely reversed by the combined forces of the stars and death!

The buried town has been restored to its former glory, intact.

Everyone looked up at Soraka and Kindred's figures on the hillside.

"Pfft!"

The old hunter, Byrne, was the first to kneel heavily on the ground, his body trembling violently with gratitude and awe.

"Plop! Plop! Plop..."

Without exception, all the townspeople who had experienced death and witnessed miracles knelt down and worshipped the figure on the hillside!

The roar of hundreds of people, choked with the sobs of survivors and boundless gratitude for the miracle:

"Thank you, Goddess! Thank you for giving me new life!!"

Soraka's gaze swept over the kneeling crowd below, and in her star-like deep eyes, beyond compassion, a cold flame ignited.

"The deaths you have experienced are neither natural disasters nor the work of demons!"

She pointed towards the distant, faintly visible direction of the Parthenon.

"—It was done by the Parthenon!"

"Boom—!" The crowd erupted instantly! Shock, bewilderment, followed by unbelievable rage!
"What? Parthenon?!"

"It's them?! Those devils in gray robes...are they Parthenon's men?!"

"Who among you is willing to go and expose Parthenon's ugliness?!"

No hesitation!
"I do!!!" Old Hunter Bourne was the first to roar as he stood up, waving his fist.

"I do!!!"

"I do!!"

"Count me in!!" "Expose them!!"

Every voice was resolute!

Having faced the line between life and death, they had long since cast fear aside.

They knew that after death, their souls would be led to a peaceful resting place by the black and white Grim Reaper (Kindred); they also knew that it was this goddess of starlight before them who, with supreme power, snatched them back from the clutches of death and gave them new life!
At this moment, Soraka, the star goddess who brings miracles of life, has become their only and unquestionable faith!

Her will became their direction.

(End of this chapter)