Once the soldiers had vacated the room, Michael turned to Miaomiao and spoke.
"Miaomiao, as a member of the wise Sphinx clan, you should know much about the abilities granted by the Outer Gods. The old woman who infiltrated tonight was the High Shaman of the Rock Bear Tribe. After executing her, I attempted to resurrect her—but it didn't work. However, my ability to absorb powers functioned without issue. Why do you think that is? Is there some kind of limitation on the ability?"
Miaomiao pondered the question for a moment, her eyes gleaming with wisdom before she finally spoke.
[To be honest, I always thought your ability lacked proper restrictions. The power to resurrect should not be so absolute. Typically, such abilities are constrained when the deceased harbors deep resentment or unfulfilled grudges toward the one trying to bring them back.]
It made sense.
Until now, none of the people Michael had resurrected bore any ill will toward him.
