The forest sounded underwater. Distant and muffled during the process. As the air now reeked of his blood and flesh.
For a breath that did not exist there was nothing.
[Regeneration Factor has been activated.]
A divine glow spread like cracks of blue lightning through the space where Vergil's head had once been.
First, bone began knitting itself back together, groaning and cracking like branches breaking in reverse.
Then came the sinew and muscle, sliding and tightening like bands of wet rope. Finally, his skin stretched and sealed over, wrapping him like a canvas being re-stitched in divine embroidery.
His eyes flickered open, faint trails of divine steam hissing from the corners.
"Goddammit," he muttered, clicking his tongue in irritation as he pushed himself upright, face slightly smoking from the divine backlash, however it faded instantly. "Divine energy sucks shit."
