It took a second of John staring at him for the realization to finally hit. After all, even though he had lived in El Nysa for more than six months now and even had seen it himself sometimes, the concept of magic was still hard for him to wrap his mind around.

And it was nothing like the magic tricks his daughter would perform on stage either. No... This was the real deal. With fire and healing and apparently revival?

"... Oh crud," The thought had suddenly made him feel sick. The color draining from his face as he nervously glanced over towards the unconscious shaman. He had joked about it in passing, the thought of Ysverai coming to life with a still-beating heart, but he was assured something like that would be near impossible. "You don't mean to imply... I mean there's no way, right? Wasn't Ysverai destroyed hundreds of years ago?"

How would that even be possible?