The shadowless lamp above the operating table went out.
Eric opened his eyes to a silver-white ceiling. Those fine Runes slowly faded in the lingering glow of the light.
He lay there for a few seconds, then sat up, lowered his head to look at his own hands, and felt no difference from before the surgery.
He clenched his fists, then relaxed them, rolled his wrists and shoulders, confirming there was no abnormal sensation.
He even felt a bit hungry.
"It seems like… nothing's changed." He touched his chest. That location was the core node of the Fifth Seal. The skin was smooth, without any bulge or scar.
Jeming was standing beside the workbench, putting away the surgical instruments.
