The black mist churned.
Propping up his shattered body, Lynn struggled to sit up off the ground, pain exploding through every inch of him.
"Finally done, damn it."
He dared not waste any more time. He immediately crossed his legs, closed his eyes as he panted, and began squeezing every bit of firstborn power he could out of his soul to stop the bleeding.
It was fair to say that...
By any normal human standard, given how badly his body had been torn apart, he should already have been dead.
His skin was scorched yellow and brittle, his ribs were broken, and his internal organs were a mangled mess. There was practically nowhere on his body that remained intact.
Yet he had forced himself to stay alive through firstborn power alone.
Ethereal yellow sand crept up his wrists, little by little.
The enormous drain on his mental power...
Had reduced the efficiency with which he drew on firstborn power to a crawl. He had to hurry and repair his body to the bare minimum required for a normal human to survive. Otherwise, the moment he withdrew his firstborn power, the Lynn of this time period would die almost instantly.
Time flew by.
During that time...
He nearly passed out several times, but sheer willpower kept him going through every one of them.
His internal organs were repaired bit by bit.
Under the swirling yellow sand, tiny buds of flesh slowly began growing across the enormous wound in his chest.
In the blink of an eye...
He had only one hour left to stay.
But while he sat cross-legged on the ground, stopping the bleeding, he failed to notice that, at some unknown point, the surging black mist around him had formed a hollow more than ten meters across. It slowly