Ephyrael was looking at the scene, with tears running down his cheeks.
"She is doing it… She is really breaking the curse… To think anyone would be capable of manipulating mana with such refinement…"
He had activated Thread-Sight when Cecilia had been thrown flying. He saw that her lifeline didn't weaken out, and that's why he had been able to maintain his composure.
And that was also the reason he could tell. The stagnated loop of life energy that was a telltale of undeads had been cut. He understood immediately what Cecilia's plan was all along. She was undoing Aenoth's undeath.
He knew that nobody had ever been able to do it before. Not even in the mythical age of players. Undead were mindless enemies that needed purification. There was no method to turn one back to a human.
Until now, at least.
He could see that Aenoth's lifeline was slowly losing specks of its darkness, regaining a bit of the silver shine of healthy lines.
