The Clans below the Sacrificial Altar did more than just witness the souls of their fallen return to the Divine Kingdom.
For after the souls of all who had perished in the War entered the Natural Divine Kingdom, countless motes of golden light suddenly began to rain down from the sky!
These motes of light drifted down, entering the bodies of the Clan members below.
This was especially true for the injured and maimed Clan members who had lost body parts during the War.
Ordinary wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Where limbs had been lost, countless buds of flesh sprouted and began to regenerate, following the body's original structure.
Even their Life Force and Spiritual Power, drained from the great battle, started to slowly recover.
"A divine blessing!"
"This is a gift from My God!"
An Elf who had lost an arm gazed at his new one, already halfway regrown. Tears of gratitude streamed from his eyes as he slammed his forehead to the ground.
