He looked entirely normal.
He stood half naked, his tunic torn and his skin utterly flawless, as were his limbs—as if he hadn't looked like a torn corpse mere moments ago.
He swayed slightly with the flow of the wind, his vacant gaze staring into empty space, his presence void and his countenance shockingly… plain.
"How…?" she mustered in disbelief.
Miquella couldn't even begin to imagine how he'd healed so suddenly, so rapidly.
Attacks born of Laws were nearly impossible to recover from without the proper methods, and clearly, Uriel didn't have them.
He was entirely normal. But that did not last long.
"…"
Uriel's body shook.
Then, under the horrified gazes of all those within the mirror space, his skin burst off his body as scintillating shards of ivory glass, leaving him as nothing more than a suit of flesh.
He swayed more as his skin clattered across the seas around him. His blood spilled, and his flesh squirmed, his nerves firing in utter confusion.
