To Hrag's eyes, Karim was no longer a mere man—he was engulfed, submerged in a vast ocean of luminous energy. The sheer density of Light-element particles swirling around him was beyond anything Hrag had ever witnessed.
Karim's wounds, once fatal, knitted together at an unnatural speed. The gaping gashes sealed, the deep cuts faded, leaving behind only traces of dried blood on his armor. But beneath the tarnished steel, his body had already been completely restored.
Yet, the light did not merely heal.
It strengthened.
The radiant energy continued to pour into Karim, not only mending his injuries but reinforcing his very being—his muscles, his bones, his essence.
A deep breath.
Then, Karim's eyes fluttered open.
Warmth.
A golden, comforting warmth coursed through his veins, filling every fiber of his existence. His mind stirred, struggling to piece together the fragments of memory buried beneath the abyss of unconsciousness.
He had died. Hadn't he?
