Chapter 67
That's right...Yoren woke up.
The inferno had consumed him, but he was not reborn from the flames.
Instead, nineteen days after his body was reduced to charcoal, he awoke in the sterile white walls of Base No. 3's medical ward.
A burst of white light erupted from his right eye, repairing the necrotic tissue across his entire body in an instant. The agony that had once wracked his frame vanished like a bad dream.
On this day, June 24, the second cycle of the Black and White Twins had completed.
Though Yoren felt no discomfort, Snowsant still helped him back into bed, her small hands trembling slightly as she steadied him.
Lying down, Yoren began to think.
Not only had he regained consciousness, but his body had been restored completely—as if he had been painstakingly rebuilt, piece by piece. His skin, smooth and flawless, had the softness of porcelain, unnerving in its perfection. It was almost inhuman. Unfortunately, his hair had not been as fortunate—gone again, leaving his head bare.
The news of his awakening spread like wildfire throughout Base No. 3.
"Bang!"
The door burst open.