The blast tore through Kuroshi's chest with a violent burst of light and force, vaporizing muscle and bone in its path. His body staggered back, balance faltering, and smoke coiled upward from the scorched hole in his torso. Charred edges sizzled, yet even as blood spilled freely, Kuroshi's voice broke the tension with a mocking grin.
"Now that... is not something you see every day," he chuckled, breathless but amused.
Before their very eyes, the torn flesh began to shift—cells wriggling, multiplying, stitching themselves together at a rate visible to the naked eye. Muscles regrew, bone reformed, and within moments the gaping wound had vanished as if it had never existed.
"You've lost everything that makes you human," said the man facing him, golden light flickering across his skin like divine fire. "Killing you here would bring more harm than good!"
