"Haaahh… Haaahh… Haaah…"
No one knew how much time passed, especially Kael. For him, it was an eternity, a hellish eternity he could never forget.
Even now, he was lying on the hot and crusty floor of the Crucible, gasping for air, desperately trying to forget the agonizing experience he had just gone through.
He couldn't sense his body, or anything around him for that matter. His head was cloudy. He felt… weak.
He felt like he couldn't move.
And why wouldn't he?
Right now, he was nothing more than a puddle of flesh. He had no bones, muscles, or blood.
Only skin. The rest of his body was still regenerating, but maybe it was because his cloudy mind couldn't sense it, or maybe he was already used to this. Right now, Kael felt no pain.
His bones regenerated at a horrifying rate, and so did his muscles and blood. Once again, his body was reformed, and this time, it wasn't broken again.
There was no reason to break it again.
Kael's body had reached absolute perfection.
