"Didn't you ask for their revival?"
Talia's question hung in the air like a knife.
The warm sunlight suddenly felt cold. The birdsong sounded wrong. Everyone turned to look at Dante.
Their eyes were exhausted. Grieving. But also hopeful. So painfully hopeful.
They had survived because of one promise. One vow. Bring the dead back.
Jin's hand moved to his sword hilt. Not threatening. Just... waiting. His jaw was tight.
Erica's eyes were already wet with tears. She looked at Dante like he held the answer to every prayer she'd ever whispered.
Masha watched him carefully. Analytically. Waiting for the logical conclusion to his plan.
Lana had stopped smiling. Her usual manic energy was gone. She just stared at him, waiting, waiting if things goes wrong she would be ready to kill others joining Dante's side.
They all believed he'd done it. That he'd brought Eric, Rina, and Kael back to life.
They were waiting for him to reveal the good news.
