There was total silence in the cottage as not only Irene and Reva but even Damien had astonished expressions as they looked at a younger-looking Elor, sitting up on the bed, inspecting himself with a look of disbelief.
He no longer looked like an old man on his deathbed but a man around in his fifties. His face no longer was filled with wrinkles, and his muscles and skin weren't sagging anymore.
In fact, his body was now brimming with vigor and power, and even the three could feel the immense power flowing through his body.
"Grandfather…how…how are you feeling?" Reva asked as she slowly got up and sat on the bed. Even though she knew he couldn't be more healthy now, she wanted to hear from him how he was feeling.
Irene also leaned in as she held his hand and looked at him with an overwhelmed smile, wondering if this was a dream to see him so healthy and, most of all, see him with his cultivation regained.
