After the light of explosion glistened like silver dust,
"I did it..." his voice resounded in the room of death silent.
Though his appearance had changed, his voice could be easily remembered, and even the clothes he was wearing were still the trademark of him.
"Y-Yman...?" He heard Almina's doubtful call.
Twisting his neck to glance at the back, he saw their surprised faces.
Yman slightly frowned and thought, 'Maybe they are wondering how I was able to survive that attack?' For some reason, they all stared at him with curious eyes and agape.
Standing in front of them was a youth with a height of 5 feet and 8 inches. He had medium brown hair that some strands of it had turned silver, and his face aged a bit, about a year.
'It's really him!' Almina and Maena shouted within their minds. Ice, on the other hand, had a curious look towards him. She wanted to question him about something, but it wasn't the right time and place for it.
