Staring at the Aredar elf's completely unharmed body, Yu Lian had briefly thought it must be another clone. But when he looked closer, only half of the fellow's golden armor remained, hanging loosely from his body like a beggar's rags. Weren't those the very wounds the Knight Commander had just inflicted?
What was more, the "Duke of the Past" was no longer concealing his power. He seemed to be showing it off. Just standing there, he made the air around him tremble.
Yu Lian had no doubt that if the other man wished, he could create an airquake right there with nothing but his will.
...He had completely recovered to his peak condition, and then some.
Well, though it wasn't easy to tell an Aredar elf's age—or even make out their features—Yu Lian really did feel as if this fellow had gotten at least a hundred years younger.
"This is truly a miracle!" Swiftwind, who seemed to have exhausted every last bit of strength, was leaning over the railing. His trembling feathers hid his eyes, but his voice brimmed with excitement and longing.
"I never thought I'd be the first to witness a miracle—not the Duke of the Future, not the Lady of the Present, nor any of my other colleagues, but me," he said.
"You are worthy of witnessing this," the Aredar elf said. "Your witnessing it means that the others have witnessed it, too."
"So this is what you call time? The thing supposedly worth going to war for?" Yu Lian felt a chill, but kept his face an impenetrable poker mask as he scrutinized the other man. "So, have you truly regained your youth, or is it only temporary?"
He wore a teasing smile that made him seem even younger. "Who knows? This is my first time