He couldn't understand how the devil could remain so composed while watching someone supposedly important to him suffer like this.
Yet lowering himself enough to ask for an explanation was out of the question.
Morvyr continued watching instead.
Several minutes passed. Fenrir's regeneration became impossible to ignore.
It wasn't so much that it was faster than the trolls', but it was definitely more perverse, and unreasonably so.
So many crippling wounds continued to stitch together between each exchange.
Just how much can a body heal? There should be a limit.
Morvyr's contempt returned.
So that was the source of the devil's confidence.
Regeneration was an invaluable advantage between opponents of comparable strength. Once a battle became a contest of endurance, the one capable of recovering more would almost always prevail.
But this battle wasn't between equals.
