Damian's expression softened, and he rose smoothly to his feet, closing the distance between himself and the coughing old man with measured steps.
Delaney was too consumed by the violent spasms wracking his body to notice his approach. What he felt instead was the sudden, firm weight of a palm resting against his head.
Before he could react, something changed.
The suffocating pressure in his chest began to loosen. The sharp, clawing irritation lodged deep in his throat dissolved as though it had never existed. Breath flowed freely again, smooth and effortless, filling his lungs with a clarity he had long forgotten.
Within seconds, the transformation deepened. It was not just his breathing. His entire body stirred with an unfamiliar vitality, as though time itself had reversed and returned him to the strength and ease of his early twenties.
[Dark Miracle Skill Used]
[Backlash: In 3 years]
