Revival

Yan Luo looked at the Fallen Angel Desk, her eyes flashing silver before they turned almost ethereal.

The Fallen Angel Desk shuddered a little and escaped her hand, floating upwards into the air before spinning around slowly.

At the same time, a voice as mellifluous as an angel's harp drifted through the air and echoed into the ears with a chant.

"When beings come into the cosmos,

The Celestial gifts all with a soul

Return to the void when the soul expires,

To eternal rest the body retires…"

Yan Luo was reciting the verse from the Fallen Angel Canon!

The silver mask covering half of her beautiful face had vanished at some point, laying the belle's exquisite beauty bare for the world to see.

As she recited the verses, her body rose into the air, her eyes embroidered with silver sparks until they amassed into two silver vortices, as if they were synchronized with the Fallen Angel Desk.