Who Really is Seiya?

"Thank you," the commander smiled faintly, turning to the carnage of his men that laid back and forth.

Standing amid the carnage of blood, flesh and bones, the commander spoke softly, materializing his shimmering golden threads that slithered and pulsed with life. 

"Boundless Thread—Restoration of Mine."

The commander's golden threads gently whirled around the carnage like a tornado. The golden glow from the thread engulfed the whole place, and when it toned down, every dead Humanity Savior had been resurrected and restored back to health.

The commander collapsed to his knees, doubling over as blood spilled from his mouth and nose—his cough strong and painful.

The skill he had just used weighed a ton on his sick body.

The Humanity Saviors that had just been resurrected sat up all over the ground, inspecting their surroundings. They couldn't help but glance everywhere, examining themselves and where they believe to have been killed.