But in a moment, his eyes betrayed that smile... something else, something he didn't understand...
Smoke, hot smoke, began to rise from the crumbling corpse before him. But... it wasn't the smoke of death.
It was the smoke of birth.
Fiery lines formed and embedded themselves within him, merging with his wounds at an unnatural speed. It wasn't just healing... it was forced regeneration, harsh, grotesque!
"Damn... Regeneration?!"
The King's voice erupted in shock, and his being retreated backward.
"Human! Who are you, damn human?!"
Egologia slowly raised his head. His eyes were closed for a moment, but when he opened them, they glowed like burning embers. A wide grin split his bloody face.
The King no longer smiled, his eyes staring in terror. Just moments ago, he was speaking... and now?
Now, he wasn't sure of anything.
"What are your limits? When do your tricks end?!"
He was delirious. He refused to believe. He was... afraid.
