Chapter 30:In The Renewal of Flesh.

Chapter 30:

The Renewal of Flesh

The shift was almost imperceptible at first.

A faint hum vibrated through Errin's body, deep within the very essence of his being. The cells that had once begun their slow march toward decay—an unavoidable truth of all living things—suddenly found hope.

It was as if a dying ember, long thought to be fading, had been given a single breath of air.

His body, once bound by the rules of time, was no longer simply aging. No longer simply enduring.

It was changing.

Not a forced transformation. Not an external force imposing itself upon him.

But something deeper. More natural.

As if his very existence had been waiting for this moment to awaken.

The DNA within him—his fundamental blueprint—subtly rewrote itself. It was not an unnatural mutation, not a forced evolution, but an alignment.

The universe moved forward in cycles, life constantly recreating itself, refining itself, adapting to forces beyond its comprehension.

And Errin?

He had simply touched that cycle.

He could feel it in every breath. The way his muscles, once dulled by time, seemed to regain their vitality. The way his bones felt lighter, yet unyielding. The way his very thoughts flowed with an effortless clarity, unhindered by the weight of exhaustion or age.

"As if a computer on Earth refreshed..."

He smirked at the thought.

Hadn't he once believed himself bound by time? By limitations? By the so-called natural laws that dictated all life?

Yet here he stood, defying them all.

Not with power. Not with magic. Not with external forces.

But by simply understanding.

Creation was the act of giving life where none existed.

And right now—he was his own creation.