A corpse floated in the air, wrapped in radiance.
Light poured out of it in slow waves, gentle yet overwhelming, as the ruined body gradually became whole again—flesh knitting together, blood retreating, shattered bones rewinding as though time itself was flowing backward.
It was a scene that defied common sense.
Whether it was beautiful or horrifying depended entirely on the person witnessing it.
Suspended in that light, the man's wounds vanished one by one.
His breathing returned.
His fingers twitched.
Then, slowly, he opened his eyes.
Golden light spilled from beneath his lashes as he looked down at the people below, his gaze calm and unhurried, as if he were merely waking from a long sleep rather than rising from death itself.
The air changed the moment their eyes met.
His presence alone was heavy—an indescribable pressure layered with something distant and untouchable.
