"Huff! Huff!"
The sound of heavy breathing echoed, as Lynch lay face down on the ground, gasping for air.
"I... I'm still alive..."
After panting for a while, he tried to flip himself over. He expected it to be strenuous, but surprisingly, he managed it with ease. His aged, sluggish body seemed to regain its former agility.
Lynch hurriedly raised his hands before his eyes. His arms were pale and smooth, his skin firm and full of vitality—they looked just as they used to.
'Is this reverting back...?'
Lynch continued to examine his body. His limbs were strong and full of energy, his previously shriveled skin now moist and healthy. Even his hunched back could straighten again. Everything about his body had returned to its original state, as if the aging had only been an illusion.
'No...'
'Impossible for it to be an illusion...'
