Storm Before the Conference
Wren Tyson exclaimed with surprise, "I can feel a prickling sensation."
The moment those words left his mouth, even the air inside the courtyard seemed to pause.
For years, his legs had been nothing more than dead weight beneath him. No warmth. No pain. No sensation at all. They had become like lifeless wood attached to his body, a constant reminder of his fall from glory.
Yet now—
A faint prickling sensation spread through his calf like tiny sparks dancing beneath the skin.
It was weak.
Painfully weak.
But to Wren Tyson, it felt like a miracle descending from the heavens.
Ancient medicine masters.
Old Martial Arts healers.
Foreign specialists from worldwide.
Nothing had worked.
Yet now, after only a single needle from Julian D'Aurelius…
There was already a reaction.
Julian calmly rotated the silver needle between his fingers, his golden eyes focused and steady.
