The second Damian crossed the white door, all his acquired items were left behind. His containers of mana liquid, his many runic tools, the numerous spatial storages filled with metal corpses and other things—nothing remained with him. He walked out exactly as he had come, even the dust on his clothes wiped clean as the same spotless white shirt and grey pants had been renewed. However, Damian did feel like something was odd. His field of vision was higher, his body felt.. slightly bigger? Did he just age?
Damian quickly checked his appearance, launching a water shield spell. He had indeed aged, but not the full thirty years. It barely felt like he had aged two—three at most—perhaps four years. His shoulders were more squared, and he felt more in control of his body. It felt good. So it wasn't a true frozen time. Even in the trials, people aged—just much slower. Around an 8:1 ratio—eight years in the trial but only one year of growth affected the body.
