Magical girls and mecha drivers who had died in battle blinked in confusion, their eyes widening as they took in their surroundings. Their bodies, once broken or bloodied, were now as pristine as the day they had first stepped onto the battlefield.
Some still wore the expressions of their last fight, but all were filled with newfound energy, and the lingering marks of death were erased, leaving only the promise of a second chance.
Others who had perished under the Outer God's cruel rule appeared just as suddenly, their once-enslaved souls now free. They rose with a deep, quiet strength, their fears and suffering evaporating in an instant.
The dark influence that had chained them to a life of torment was gone, and in its place was pure, untainted vitality.
Linsley's voice resonated once more, clear and filled with a quiet reverence. {To each of you who sacrificed and suffered, you are now reborn in a world that belongs to you.}
