Idore looked down at the bleeding stump of his wrist in absolute disbelief. Trembling, he forcefully channeled blinding Light magic to rapidly heal and cauterize the gaping wound. The holy energy seared his flesh, closing the veins and stopping the blood loss, but it became glaringly obvious that his specific Light magic wouldn't allow him to just miraculously grow back a severed hand. His elemental mastery was absolute, but his biological regeneration wasn't anywhere near the same terrifying level as Gizin's flesh-weaving. That much was abundantly clear.
Now, as Raze looked at the hovering god, he could clearly see a deep, unraveling frustration etched into Idore's face. The arrogant, untouchable smirks from earlier had completely vanished, replaced by the grimace of a cornered animal.
