The Defiler stepped out from the broken stone, his movements no longer as effortless as it was before. Rubble rolled off his shoulders as he straightened, the twisted form of his half-lion, half-goat Bloodline still dominant behind him.
But Aren noticed that the wound he'd left via Dragon's Claw on his chest hadn't healed. From here, he could see that something within the man's body was trying desperately to heal, yet when skin started stitching itself back, it was like it'd forgotten how to in the first place.
Seems like I can do real damage to him, I can probably—
Aren tried to step forward. But not even a step in and he'd dropped down on one knee, coughing. He covered his mouth with his hand, only to see that it was riddled with blood.
What the hell—?
"Aren! You okay? What's happening?" Luna panicked from beside him, seeing the blood.
