Jacob stood as he stared at the three angels, confused. The young man wore a light brown robe tied around his waist and sleeves hanging over his shoulders. He wore no shirt underneath it, showing off his chiseled physique. His muscular arms were covered by black tattoos made from Lucas's mana.
"W-Who are these people?" he asked his mother, who still knelt before the angels.
"You're awake!" Lucas's eyes lit up with excitement, and he ran to Jacob's side, who was completely recovered and fused with Lucas' mana. Lucas clasped Jacob's arm tightly, his gaze intense and sparkling as he intently surveyed him. "How does it feel?" He asked with wonder evident in his voice.
"I'm alright," Jacob muttered, trying not to show how much pain he felt. "My body feels better... but my mind..."