The ceaseless Holy Light nourished the dried-up corpse, which rapidly began to fill up as if it had been infused with water.
The mysterious person watched Ange's actions, his eyes growing increasingly shocked. Any magician who saw Ange cast his magic would feel an involuntary shock: Is this lasting too long? Can anyone last this long?
Of course, no one could last this long unless they were a god themselves.
As Ange continued to vitalize, he suddenly grabbed the Holy Shroud and covered his hand with it. Under the shroud's concealment, he reached into the Resting Camp and removed an object, briefly touching the corpse with it before quickly putting it away.
The Holy Shroud shielded all perception and blocked the mysterious person's line of sight. This caused the mysterious person to grow anxious and he was about to look, but suddenly a figure flashed before him - it was Anthony.
"It's a exclusive secret technique, please don't peek," Anthony said with a smile.
