Another week quickly passed in the outside world, and massive changes had taken place in Damien's situation.
His body, which had shown no signs of recovery for so long, was now encased in a strange greenish white cocoon. Inside the slightly transparent cocoon, Damien peacefully slept.
"Has anything changed since this thing showed up?" A woman's voice spoke from the side.
"I can't tell. No matter what I try, I can't spy on what's happening inside that cocoon. But, from what it looks like on the outside, his vitality seems to be slowly regenerating." Another woman responded.
As she said, Damien no longer looked like a decrepit old man. His body inside the cocoon had gained a bit of vitality, and although he still looked aged, his skin had a certain luster to it that it didn't have before.
