A warm energy began to rise.
It didn't come with a flash or explosion.
No, it felt like heat blooming from deep underground, low, steady.
Red mist slipped across the vortex on the earth, curling like smoke around Bel's breaking body.
He couldn't move. Couldn't speak. He just watched as the mist grew thicker, wrapping around him in a swirling spiral, until it formed a tornado of red energy, howling quietly.
And then, everything stopped.
The disintegration halted. Bit by bit, the red mist filled in the cracks of his body, stitching flesh, fusing bone, building him back together, but it felt different than natural regeneration.
A glowing red spiraling sigil glowed on Bel's forehead. It burned into his skin, but with no pain.
[Quest Complete: Mark of Destruction] [Reward: Authority Awakened] [You have been granted the Authority of Destruction]
Anything that touches the body risks being corroded, whether it's material, magic, or even abstract concepts.
