Years passed.
Not in haste, not in peace—but with quiet, persistent motion.
Asef trained under Hon without complaint, without question. He learned slowly at first, then faster as his body and mind adjusted.
Day after day, spell after spell. Incantations carved into the air, complex rituals burned into muscle memory.
Time moved strangely in that small house.
And Asef, slowly, changed.
Leveling up brought a longer life—but not youth. The body didn't rewind just because the years stretched on.
That's why most of the powerful people there were older, unless they were prodigies like Agema.
But Asef was different.
His youth came back.
Not just strength or vitality—his face, his body, everything seemed to reverse. As if age peeled away from his skin like dust caught in the wind.
At first, he didn't know how to feel about it.
Even now, he wasn't sure he liked it.
He didn't know the source of the change.
