Mass slowly began to gather around the ancient rune.
At first, it was nothing more than faint wisps of energy drifting through the empty space, barely visible to the naked eye. But as time passed, those wisps began converging toward the rune from every direction, gradually becoming denser until a vague outline started taking shape within the surrounding darkness.
A head.
A torso.
Arms.
Legs.
Bit by bit, the formless mass condensed into the figure of a human.
Wang Chen.
His body remained motionless, suspended within the strange space as the final strands of energy settled into place. There was no heartbeat, no obvious breath, and no movement in his chest, yet an indescribable presence surrounded his newly formed body.
Time continued to pass.
One day.
Then another.
Until eventually...
A full month passed.
Wang Chen's consciousness finally began to return.
