Later that day, the alchemist returned to Zafron's room to her routine check.
Dr. Lyra's eyes widened as she examined the X-Reflector's display. "This is... unprecedented," she murmured, her gaze flickering between Zafron and the arcane diagrams. "Your wounds have healed completely, and there's no trace of poison left in your system. It's as if you were never injured at all."
Zafron sat up, feeling surprisingly energetic. "So, I'm good to go?"
"Medically speaking, yes," Dr. Lyra replied, a hint of reluctance in her voice. "But I'd love to run more tests. Your healing ability is truly remarkable."
Internally, Dr. Lyra's thoughts raced. 'By the gods, this young man is special,' she mused, her heart quickening. 'With the XY virus decimating the male population, it's rare enough to find a man of childbearing age, let alone one so... intriguing.'
