He barely had time to think before he heard the voice.
"Was that… you?"
Damien turned.
General Riki was staring at the undead, sweat dripping from his brow, pain etched deep into the lines of his face. His gaze was locked on General Qin Hui the God of Iron, his old buddy, who stood motionless now, his hammer still stained with fresh blood.
Qin Hui wasn't breathing. Not really. His chest didn't rise. His eyes didn't blink. But he stood.
The realization spread like fire.
One by one, the surviving Chinese S-Rankers looked around. At Zhou Mei. At Lin Guang. At Xu Yilong. All of them dead. All of them upright.
And all of them waiting.
"Yes." Damien replied softly.
"You… brought them back," General Maru whispered, staring at Damien like he wasn't entirely human.
Damien didn't answer right away. He didn't have the energy to explain.
He gave a slow nod, swallowing the dryness in his throat.
"I did."
The words came out rough, scraped raw from his chest.
