"It hurts." Wright took a deep breath and pressed his left hand hard on the right side of his chest where blood was gushing out, enduring the excruciating pain.
His body was shaking uncontrollably, but the scarlet in his eyes became even more intense, changing from ruby-like eyes to gargoyle-like, hellish demon-like eyes, with the scarlet completely occupying his pupils and the whites of his eyes.
A few seconds later, as the red magic power naturally gathered toNolans the wound, Wright found that the sticky blood stains on his hands and clothes had turned into countless crimson particles. Accompanied by the strong wind blowing under the dark clouds, they flew into the sky in a spiral shape and disappeared into the darkness.
Moreover, his wounds were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flesh tissue was recovering layer by layer, first covering the bones, then the muscles, and finally the skin.
When the last piece of skin closed, Wright found that his chest was as intact as before, as if it had never been hurt, without even the slightest mark left.
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