— Valisera's POV —
I pressed my trembling, blood-soaked hand hard against my torn side. The jagged wound was deep, dangerously close to my vital organs, but the "Elixir of Dawn's Tears" already flowing through my bloodstream began its miraculous work immediately.
It wasn't a gentle healing. Supreme potions never are.
Cells began dividing, mutating, and fusing at a manic, unnatural speed. It produced a hot, vibrating buzz beneath my skin, making my blood literally boil as it fought to knit the shredded muscle tissue back together. It felt as though a million microscopic fire ants were crawling inside the open wound, stitching my flesh with threads of pure, agonizing heat.
"Local anesthesia failed. The patient is resisting the procedure with unexpected biological strength. I observe accelerated cellular regeneration..."
