Chapter 52: Resurrection
My grip on the matriarch’s neck was like steel pincers. I squeezed her throat hard, preventing her from breathing. The damn lizard pleaded with eyes full of panic and pain, mumbling words I didn’t understand. I didn’t want to hear her; I just wanted to show her hell.
The smell of blood was intense, but then it began to smell sour. The lizard couldn’t hold it, and she’d emptied her bladder on the floor, filling the air with an overwhelming stench. With contempt, I let her go and, with a kick, sent her flying back against the ground.
I ran after her as she tried to crawl on one hand, dragging her broken body away from me. Seeing her useless attempts calmed my heart a little, but not enough. I grabbed her by the tail and began to drag her without mercy. She tried to hold onto the ground, but her claws broke due to the force with which I pulled her, leaving a trail of blood on the floor.
I wasn’t going to let her escape so easily. I tightened my grip on her lizard tail and began to slam her against the ground again and again. Her screams of pain were lost in the air as her bones cracked with each impact. Her body became a mass of open wounds and deformed limbs, seeping blood that mixed with the dust. I stopped hitting her, and she tried to flee again, dragging herself with the last few remnants of strength she had left. I stopped her, placing a foot on her head.
"You dared to touch her, and nobody touches my family and lives to tell the tale, you damn lizard. And what’s worse, you dared to humiliate her, you asked your goddamn lizards to rape her, and now you have lost everything, your tribe, your people... your life. I’ll take everything from you, now tell me: was it worth it?".
"She killed my husband..."
"I see, that gives you every right to have killed her, huh?! You think I give a shit about your fucking lizards...".
I lifted her again by the tail, slamming her over and over until there were no more movements. I lifted her by the neck and forced her to look at me.
"Due to what you did, I’d love to rape you just like you abused her, but I wouldn’t touch your filthy cunt even with a stick."
The Matriarch looked at me with absolute terror in her eyes. I lifted her one more time by the tail, dragging her toward where Lira’s body was. I wanted her to see what she had done, the emptiness she had left behind. When I arrived, I threw her to the ground, right next to my companion’s motionless body.
It was then that the rage consuming me receded, leaving a cold void. Seeing Lira dead, the pain returned, a pain so sharp it took my breath away. Her eyes were closed, a peaceful smile on her face. In that instant of despair, a brilliant and urgent thought came to my mind, an ability I had forgotten in the chaos: [Resurrection], the most powerful ability of the god of time.
With desperate hope, I activated the ability. The sanctuary’s silver aura transformed into a golden, healing light that enveloped Lira’s body. Delicate strands of light wrapped around her, and I could see every wound close, the bones reset, and her skin regain its color. It was as if time were reversing around her.
Lira opened her eyes, looking at me without understanding. Her face was the same as before, without pain, without terror, as if nothing had happened.