"Undead Holy Light," Ange said.
"Undead? Holy Light?" How odd, the Monarch wondered, can Undead and Holy Light really be combined?
But the strangeness of the name wasn't important; what mattered was the effect. The dry Little Sapling, bathed in the light of the Undead Holy Light, was slowly beginning to unfurl.
The scene left the Monarch stunned. He glanced at the focused Ange and then turned to Negris.
Negris, with her little tail held high, boastfully said, "Haven't seen it, have you? Magical, isn't it? Back from the dead, impressive huh? Later, let Ange shine it on you, maybe you'll grow some flesh."
"There's no need for that, but it is indeed magical. The Divine Power System can do things outsiders can't understand. I was originally going to suggest transplanting the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms here, but if the original sapling can be revived, that's even better," the Monarch commented.
