"Huh," Ruston muttered in confusion. He glanced down at his own hand, where he had been holding Namari's leg just moments ago. His eyes widened slightly when he saw that her leg was still in his grip—cleanly severed from her thigh.
Looking back up at Namari, who continued to grin despite her severe injury, he sighed inwardly.
'This battle maniac,' he thought, shaking his head.
Despite her condition, Namari showed no signs of pain. Instead, she straightened up, balancing on one leg, and her eyes burned with an intense fighting spirit.
Ruston, still holding the detached leg, casually tossed it to the side, watching Namari closely. He already knew what would happen next, and sure enough, the golden arena shone brightly.
A warm glow enveloped Namari, and within seconds, her missing leg regenerated, looking as if it had never been severed in the first place. However, the exhaustion in her eyes showed that while her body had healed, her stamina had not recovered.
