Kai continued on his body tempering process, enduring attack after attack.
And with it, his body grew.
Bone by bone. Tissue by tissue. Organ by organ.
Noxian's rigorous and gruesome training had made his arms burn—and his blood boil from having to feel the pain of a hundred years. But this was an entirely different species of pain. The kind he would suffer in battle. The kind that left something behind when it healed.
Swoosh—!
A war hammer swung from the side, cratering his chest, slipping past his defense perfectly.
Kai felt his ribcage shatter inward; the sharp splinters stabbed into his lungs like a handful of needles. He coughed up blood but remained standing. And before the scream tore out of his throat, the blob's energy flooded him.
His broken ribs pulled back into place, the splinters reformed, and his punctured lungs sealed.
By the time the pain vanished, he was breathing again, and the scream never rang.
