Under the golden sunlight, a blood-soaked figure sat cross-legged on the ground. With how still he was, he looked like a statue. Or rather a dead man. His breath was so weak that he didn’t even seem like he was breathing. Gradually, the blood started to clot and formed scabs.0

An hour passed, and nothing changed. Two hours passed, and still, there was no movement. After three hours…four hours…five hours…0

Suddenly, a crisp cracking sound was heard. The scabs on Cassius's body began to crack.0

A series of fine cracking sounds immediately followed. The scabs completely shattered and flaked off his body as the tall figure rose from the ground. His skin had a warm bronze luster when light reflected off it, resembling tough leather.0

The boy who was originally over 1.8 meters tall had grown...0