Re-Overlord: I Can Acquire Anything!-Chapter 145: Rage and Revival (2)

"Huh! Where are we? Weren’t we supposed to be dead?"

His mother’s voice trembled in the air, fragile like a whisper carried by the wind.

And then she finally saw him.

"Igaris...my son, is that you...?"

At the sound of her voice, the weight on his heart broke apart.

Thud!

Igaris fell forward, both knees pressing into the earth beside the opened coffin. His hands trembled, reaching for her pale, now warm fingers.

"Mother..." he breathed, barely able to form the word.

She lifted her hand slowly, as though testing whether the moment was a dream. Her fingers brushed his cheek, and the tears that clung to his face melted beneath her touch. Her eyes widened as the warmth of his skin confirmed the truth. This was not a vision. Not a trick. She was alive.

And her younger son stood before her crying.

"You’ve grown so much. How did this all happened?" she whispered.

Beside her, his father also stirred. The man who had once stood like an immovable mountain, whose back had borne the burdens of the Vance family, now turned his head weakly. His gaze met Igaris’s, confusion flickering in those.

"That voice..." he said, hoarse and low. "That presence... My son. My Igaris. Is it truly you standing before us?"

"Yes, Father. It’s me." Igaris gripped both of their hands tightly, as if letting go would undo everything. "I brought you back from the dead. I finally had enough strength to do it. I missed you all so much."

His father and mother stood up from the coffin, stunned. They tried to swallow everything he had said. Their son somehow managed to do the impossible. They had clearly died in the assault, and yet they are now alive and breathing.

His mother’s lips quivered as tears began to spill from her eyes. She tried to walk, and he quickly helped her, wrapping her with a cloak to keep her warm. She held onto his arm, her body trembling not from weakness, but from overwhelming emotion.

"I thought I would never be able to see you again," she murmured.

"You... you were just a child. How did you grow into this man? How long has it been...?" his father asked, trying to stand upright as well, his eyes filled with confusion and wonder.

Igaris lowered his head, holding their hands in his.

"It’s been more than 4 years. A lot has changed. The world we knew is no longer the same. With the betrayal of four families, the Skadi Empire seized full control over Earth. But none of it matters now. You’re here. That’s all I wanted."

His father looked at his son’s face, noticing the hardened lines, the traces of pain buried behind the eyes. There was sorrow there, but strength too. A burden carried alone for too long.

"My son you’ve suffered, haven’t you?"

Igaris didn’t answer. He simply nodded once, eyes glistening.

His mother touched his face again and pulled him into her arms. He let her to do as she wish. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he allowed himself to feel like a child again. To bury his head in her shoulder, to listen to the heartbeat that once lulled him to sleep. It was real. She was real.

"You came back for us," she whispered through her tears.

"I would tear the heavens apart if it meant I could bring you back," he said.

His father, now sitting up with support, looked at the sky. The storm had passed. The dark clouds parted, revealing a golden light above them.

"You truly are our son," he said, his voice full of pride. "And more than that. You’ve become something far greater. You have become strong."

Igaris nodded firmly, his hand gently resting atop his mother’s trembling fingers.

"Yes, Father. But that strength came from you. From both of you. You became the source of my will. I vowed that I would protect everyone from now on. No more loss. No more helplessness."

Iskarth’s eyes glinted with approval. He patted Igaris’s shoulder with a firm hand.

"Good, good. That’s how a Vance should live. To protect and never yield. In the past, we lost everything just to regain the right to stand free. But with you leading the way... we will carve that freedom ourselves. And what of your brother Izroth? . Why isn’t he here with you? Is he still at the battlefield?"

The question hung heavy in the air.

Igaris’s lips parted, but no words came. His gaze faltered, dropping to the earth below.

That name—Izroth—was like a blade to his heart. In their final moments, his parents had entrusted everything to Izroth, the elder son, the shining beacon of House Vance. But fate had chosen otherwise.

He took a breath and spoke with solemn clarity:

"Brother Izroth... fell, Father. The Empire took him from us. He died a hero, betrayed in the middle of the battlefield by those who wore smiles and poison alike."

The silence that followed was deafening.

Iskarth froze. Liliana stopped breathing for a moment. The grief was sudden, suffocating.

"What... what did you say?" Liliana whispered, her voice breaking. "Izroth is... gone?"

"No... that can’t be." Iskarth’s hands trembled. "He was powerful. Respected. How could my son, my brave Izroth... fall?"

Igaris clenched his jaw.

"Treachery, Father. That is the cruelest weapon of all. It turns strength into a target. Even the greatest warriors fall when stabbed from the shadows."

A tremor passed through Iskarth’s body. He closed his eyes and pressed a fist to his chest.

"My son... my firstborn..." His voice cracked, and he turned away, unable to look at either of them.

Liliana’s tears flowed freely. She covered her mouth, her cries muffled but no less heartbreaking.

"Izroth... he had such dreams. He wanted peace. He wanted a future... for all of us."

"Wait..." Iskarth paused. "If you can revive someone from the dead, can’t you revive Izroth?" he asked.

Igaris sighed and shook his head. "No. Big brother’s body is missing. Without the body, I can’t revive anyone."

Igaris understood they still thinks him as the second best choice for House Vance, but he didn’t mind.

He had his own legacy to build.

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