At this moment, within the silent stasis chamber, the last of the healing runes dimmed, dissolving into harmless motes of abyssal light.
Ace, currently wearing the persona of Nomad, exhaled softly as if waking from a long slumber rather than from a deliberately moderated 'recovery'.
His eyelids fluttered open, revealing pupils still clouded with the artificial fog of someone who had only barely survived their ordeal. His breathing was uneven, shallow, not because he needed to fake it, but because appearances mattered.
Nomad, who was supposed to recover from the brink of death, had just recovered, so he made himself small, fragile, and still recovering his mental state, or it would be too miraculous if he just walked out as if nothing had happened after battling with the Sin-corrupted Abyssal Beasts.
