Banished Hero: I just want to live in peace on a deserted island 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 sll of blood was intense, but then it began to sll 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 . Seeing her useless attempts cald my heart a little, but not enough. I grabbed her by the tail and began to drag her without rcy. 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 beca a mass of open wounds and deford 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 : 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 movents. I lifted her by the neck and forced her to look at .

"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 with absolute terror in her eyes. I lifted her one more ti 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 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 ca to my mind, an ability I had forgotten in the chaos: [Resurrection], the most powerful ability of the god of ti.

With desperate hope, I activated the ability. The sanctuary’s silver aura transford 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 ti were reversing around her.

Lira opened her eyes, looking at without understanding. Her face was the sa as before, without pain, without terror, as if nothing had happened.

"Jax, where are we? What happened?".

Her questions struck my heart. She rembered nothing. I could have kept the secret, letting her last monts of pain fade from mory. But then I saw her face contort. She knelt, covering her face with her hands, as the screams of agony and despair that she had suppressed in her mind were released in a heartbreaking sob.

She looked at with tears in her eyes, a mix of pain and gratitude.

"Jax... you ca... you saved from that hell. Thank you, thank you for coming".

Lira finished speaking and the silence beca heavy between us. Without hesitation, I embraced her tightly, seeking to envelop her in the safety of my arms, but she tensed instantly.

"Don’t touch !", she scread, her voice filled with panic. "I’m dirty. Those animals contaminated ... don’t touch ."

She tried to flail and pull away, but I held her arms gently, preventing her from fleeing. I pulled her to with a firm strength, wrapping her in my embrace again. She surrendered to the contact, and a gut-wrenching sob escaped her throat. She broke, and the questions ca pouring out, turning into muffled screams against my chest.

"Why? Why ? Why did this have to happen to ?".

I didn’t answer. I just hugged her tighter, rocking her as she fell apart. My hands moved over her back in a silent attempt to console her, to remind her that I was there, that I wouldn’t let go.

While that mont of intimate tragedy unfolded between Lira and , I, the Matriarch, observed from a distance, with a look of absolute disbelief. It was impossible. I had seen that brat die. I had seen her dead. And yet, the girl was there, in that man’s arms. She can’t be alive. This can’t be happening it’s a mistake. If this is a fucking dream I must wake up.

The matriarch felt pain as she bit her tongue, and suddenly, a cold and terrifying thought chilled my blood. The human in front of had not only healed wounds but had resurrected the dead. A power like that... [that power belonged only to the gods].

Panic took hold of , a fear much deeper than any other I had ever felt. Had I ssed with a god? A god who walked among mortals with a man’s face? The terror began to overwhelm , causing a direct heart attack.

He could punish . Kill and then resurrect only to kill again and again. I’m fucked.