Swallowing the pill, the pill dissolved the moment it hit his stomach.
The effect began as a warm, spreading pulse from his abdomen, the same pattern the Bone-Tempering Pill had produced, but redirected. The Nine-Turn Restoration Pill did not temper. It rebuilt.
Stan's bones began to knit. His torn abdominal wall began to close. The muscle fibers wove back together in slow, deliberate weaves that his body's ordinary regenerative processes could not have produced in months.
The blood that had pooled around him drew back into his body, the system's regeneration medicine reversing the fluid loss with methodical efficiency.
His shredded face began to reconstruct itself layer by layer. Skin. Fat. Muscle. Skin again. His cheekbone, which had been exposed to open air, disappeared under a fresh growth of tissue.
The vampire's crimson eyes narrowed as she watched.
"...A spatial treasure," she murmured. "Then now a regeneration medicine capable of restoring a severed limb."
