Chapter 1174: Mass Reunions

Xela sucked in a deep breath and stepped forward. She had known this moment would come one day ever since she had first awoken her bloodline and spoken with Nuwa. Learning the history of their Lineage had ignited the wish in her heart to right the wrongs, even moreso when they came here.

After viewing the history of events from the spatial pocket, she knew who and what to bring back, so she channeled her bloodline abilities as she placed her dainty hands together. With a soft cry, Xela expelled a huge amount of white colored energy from her body that caused Space in the hall to warp greatly.

Immediately, a strong wind generated in the hall which split into many smaller segments, swirling around to form humanoid shapes one after the other. There wasn’t any one in particular who came first, as everyone simply ressurected at the exact same time and in the exact same way they had been before dying.

Xela panted with fatigue at having exhausted so much power at once, but she also felt proud of herself for her accomplishment. After all, many of these people had been dead for decades and resurrections became harder the farther back people died, the distance from where they died and the amount of power they possessed.

To accompany such a feat, Xela’s power alone was naturally Insufficient, requiring a strong assistance from Draco who subtly fed her his limitless energy. Still, even with a strong backing, she had done something only a powerful White Dragon like Hikari could do.

Everyone reacted to the revival differently. Those who had lost family and friends rushed to hug them among the confusion of the resurrected because the last thing they remembered was the way they had died.

The core members similarly displayed a plethora of emotions.

For Cyrus, seeing his father, mother and younger sister alive again was nearly enough to make the stoic young man break down. He walked over to them with hesitation and fear, for their last memories should be of him… of Orochi… ending their live brutally.

However, Cyrus’ father, a portly older man in a formal dress, turned to look at him and was stunned. Along with his soft looking mother who wore heavy makeup and his younger sister wearing frilly livery and her iconic twin tails, they walked over to him with surprise.

“Cyrus my boy, what happened to you? Why, you’ve grown so much in such a short period of time! Did your bloodline perchance awaken?” His father asked while sizing him up.

Hearing his father’s voice after such a long time was more than he could handle, filling Cyrus’ face with tears as he hugged his family. The other three looked at him with dismay. What had happened to their son/brother since they last saw him?

A similar scene was occurring with Connor… both Connors.

Connor Baines looked at his confused parents who were touching their bodies, surprised to find themselves in one piece rather than burning in a fire set by that wicked young girl. Adding to their confusion was the familiar looking handsome young man who walked up to them with bloodshot eyes.

At first they were startled, but his mother’s eyes narrowed as she recognized features that greatly resembled her husband beside her, and a thunderous realization came to mind.

“Oh!! Oh my god, are you Connor? My son, Connor?!” His mother exclaimed with shock as she rushed over to him.

“Yeah, it’s me, Mom! I’ve missed you guys!” Connor replied as she hugged his mom and then his dad who was still confused at seeing a younger version of himself walk up to him after he just came back to life.

“Wow, you look just like your dad!” His mother exclaimed, then she slapped Connor’s father on the shoulder which snapped him out of his stupor.

“Son, I have no idea whats going on, can you please enlighten us?” His dad was more to the point as he wanted answers.

“Of course, Dad.” Connor Baines smiled and began explaining.

Meanwhile, Connor Lord was also hugging two dumbfound people who were struggling to recognize this huge almost 7 foot tall man. However, his mother’s eyes flashed as she looked around and seemed to understand something, her lips trembling.

“Wait, are you Little Fisherman? Connor?!” His mother exclaimed with shock, calling out Connor’s childhood nickname.

Because his parents were fishermen due to their water element serpent affiliations, he too proudly beat his chest when he was a child and said he would overtake them, which left his parents amused as they nicknamed him little fisherman.

Connor Lord’s father was also shocked, but he simply hugged his son tighter as he began to inquire upon the circumstances. Connor began to regale the with a tale so grand both parents were left in awe.

Then, there were those with lukewarm reactions.

Garrett had a complicated expression as he looked at the two people before him. He could tell they were his parents since he had seen their pictures before, but he had never had the chance to actually interact with them since he was a toddler when they died.

When he greeted them and shared his identity, they were both emotional as his mother hugged him and his father patted him on the back, but Hades still wore a complicated expression because he couldn’t muster the same feelings back.

He hoped time would fix this issue.

Likewise, Xela was unsure what she felt when she stood before her own parents. As the one who handled the resurrection, she knew exactly who they were and she hesitated greatly before walking up to them and curtsying elegantly.

One could see that Xela’s parents were extremely gentle and soft, her father a bespectacled man with a gentle disposition and her mother as dainty and sweet as her. It was hard to imagine what kind of cruel beast could kill such nice people.

When they met Xela, her mother and father gently hugged her then promised right away that they would do everything to make up for lost time. This helped Xela’s heart relax and clear the emotional turmoil.

There was also Aaron who walked up to his parents with a strange look. He hadn’t noticed it when he was younger, but his dad was totally lean and dressed similar to Draco, like a fuckboy out on a prowl while his mother was smoking hot, like a top supermodel who drove men crazy.

No wonder he was the modern day Diarmuid, he had it in his genes!

His dad immediately wanted to wrestle with him for being more handsome than he was, which left Aaron speechless as his forehead creased, while his mother kept saying ‘ara ara’; and grabbed his face into her plentiful chest, gushing in happiness over how handsome her boy turned out to be.

Aaron… felt like his days were about to become bleak.

Pedro was also casual when he saw his parents come back to life, greeting his burly dad with a fist bump. He had grown up with a latina mother so he had developed peace over his parents’ death and was jut happy to have them back.

To his amusement, his real mother was just as feisty as his foster mother, berating the two of them and pulling their ears. Pedro couldn’t help but feel like his foster mother and real mother would get along very well…

Then of course… there were those reunions that did not go so well.

Chief among them was a woman who suddenly came back to life while looking young, around 28 years old. She was pale faced and fearful at first, but once she recognized where she was, she was pleasantly surprised.

Even moreso, when she heard a cry of joy.

“Kyrie! Kyrie, is that you?!”

When she turned her head, she was stunned to see a familiar old man rushing towards her. “Papa? How can this be? I heard you had been killed…”

She was in a daze while the old man hugged her with tears in her eyes. She couldn’t help but acknowledge that she was truly back home and hugged her father back, about to speak when slow clapping was heard from the side.

“My, my, how touching.” Austin commented sarcastically as he looked at the duo.

The old man glanced at Austin with furrowed brows, wondering who he was, while the young woman’s pupils constricted as she saw in Austin the shadow of a figure similar to him that had tormented her for years.

However, she immediately realized that this was not him as the resemblance was slight, but not perfect. Looking at her father, who was supposed to be long dead, and herself… who should also be dead according to her last memory, Gina realized something.

“Y-You!! You’re Austin!!!” she exclaimed with shock and horror as she pointed at Austin.

“Hmm? Kyrie, who is he? Why are you acting like this?” The old man asked with confusion.

Austin sneered. “A good question ‘Elder’ Matteo. My name is Austin Wu, the child of Ao Longtian and Kyrie Morningstar, both deceased but one has been unfortunately brought back to life.”

Elder Matteo’s eyes constricted as he realized the implications of Austin’s words and looking as his daughter’s reaction to his… grandson… he had a sinking feeling that being brought back to life was not a good thing for them.