"You will have six questions at most I fear." The priest said entirely seriously, before focusing on what appeared to be a full chant. The blind man's hands raised the holy symbol in what appeared to be a ritualistic manner. A minute passed, and he was still at it, wearing his voice rough with constant chanting of holy names, carrying on with the gestures weaving a pattern in the air. It was hard to grasp the entire symbol but it still lingered a bit like there was smoke in the air, as the spell grew closer to its crescendo.<br/><br/>Finally, it came, ten minutes after the priest's chant had finished, the chant came to an end with a clasp of both hands on the holy symbol. A swirling smoke surrounded the corpse for a few seconds before a silver light seemed stretched from the thin air to the corpse, and its eyes opened. Gazing up at Gabriel and Father Thomason, the dead woman grimaced but stared. Father Thomason nod at Gabriel, while squeezing on the holy symbol he held.