The life force he had violently harvested from Malphas, Grand Chieftain Bruga, and the others had already done its work. Bones that had been shattered were neatly welded back together. Internal hemorrhaging had sealed itself.
Torn muscle and bruised organs had been rebuilt until his physical frame stood at an absolute, flawless peak once more.
Even the deep fatigue that should have lingered after such a brutal battle had been washed away, leaving only a clean, humming strength beneath his skin.
Kira blinked, her hand hovering inches above his chest, her mouth slightly open in disbelief.
"W-What…? But… Vane smashed his fist straight into your chest! And Bruga kicked you through solid rock!" Her voice trembled with a mixture of residual fear and sheer confusion.
