In the flames, a human form slowly coalesced, transitioning from blurry to clear. When the flames died down and the altar returned to its former state, Max stood at its center. He was no longer in his demonic form. Reverting to his human appearance, dressed in a proper suit, he carried himself like a nobleman who had stepped out of the Middle Ages.
Yan Xing, standing at the edge of the altar, could sense that this Max was no longer the real Max.
"Ah, the air... it truly is sweet!" Max, his expression now mirroring Kayron's, took a deep breath, savoring this long-missed sensation.
Yan Xing asked, "Should I address you as Kayron now, or as Max?"
"Either is fine. After all, Kayron isn't my real name either. But... call me Max; that is the identity of this body in this world, just like you are called Yan Xing."
