The soldiers, still reeling from Lyerin's revelations, huddled together, their voices rising and falling in an urgent murmur.
The air was thick with tension, and their faces reflected a chaotic mix of disbelief, awe, and anxiety.
They spoke quickly, as if racing to make sense of it all before the opportunity slipped away.
"This… this can't be real," muttered a young soldier, barely out of his teens, his eyes darting around. "Revived after death? Stronger, bigger? It sounds like a fairy tale!"
"But it happened!" snapped another, older and scarred, his gaze shifting uneasily to the massive figure of their comrade. "You saw it. We all did. He was dead, and now… now look at him."
The giant soldier stood at the center of their circle, towering and silent, his broad chest rising and falling with deep breaths.
He glanced at his massive hands, flexing them slowly, as if unsure they truly belonged to him.
