From the sword perched on the chair, a subtle resonance could be felt.

—Vmmm...

The atmosphere seemed to thicken, as if Caliburn’s very emotions were altering the air around us. I instinctively tensed at the shift.

—What do you mean by that?

The tone was cold, a stark contrast to the voice I had grown accustomed to. Caliburn, seemingly skeptical and almost hostile, demanded clarification, as if unable to believe what it had heard.

—Did I hear you correctly? Are you saying you intend to bring me back to life?
"Exactly as you heard. I was asking if you’re …