He stumbled toward the window, gripping the frame for support, and gazed out at the city below, its skyline a testament to his past triumphs. But now, the towering structures seemed less important than the simple fact that he was standing here, alive and whole.

As the reality of his transformation settled in, Alexander realized he had to find the boy—Luke. He had dismissed the child’s ritual as nonsense, a playful charade, yet here he was, experiencing the impossible. Somehow, Luke had done what the greatest minds in medicine could not.