Alex lay among the scattered remains of his enemies, his body broken beyond what any normal person could endure. Three ribs had shattered like glass. His hands were twisted in directions nature never intended. Flesh hung in ragged strips from his forearms. The metallic scent of his own blood filled his nostrils, thick and overwhelming.
But he was not normal.
A warm sensation spread from his body, flowing through his veins like liquid fire. His regeneration skill had activated. He watched with detached fascination as bones realigned themselves beneath his skin, knitting together with audible cracks. Torn muscles rewove their fibers. Skin crawled across wounds like living fabric, sealing shut without leaving so much as a scar.
The pain faded, replaced by a dull ache that would soon vanish entirely.
Alex pushed himself to his feet, dusting off his tattered clothes. He should have finished the battle earlier. He had the power to end it in seconds. But he wanted to enjoy the fight.
