The dark ceiling with embedded glowstones was the first thing Vlad saw as his eyes slowly opened.
"My arm!" he shouted, jolting to a sitting position, his head snapping to where his arm was severed. It was there, attached to his body as if it had never been cut in the first place. The diagonal slash on his torso, the injuries on his legs and face, everything had been healed with no mark left behind.
It didn't take Vlad much thinking to understand how he had fully healed, his eyes shifting to the silver bracelet he wore. "It must be because of this artifact."
The puppet was standing still a few metres away from him with its one arm extended forward, the sword slicing the ground beneath while its one leg was lifted high in the air. It was the exact same posture it was in when it last slammed into Vlad.
His brows furrowed, his fist tightening as the humiliating defeat replayed in his mind.
