Aura Nova's feet touched the earth as she landed with a deft, controlled touch. "I guess even that couldn't kill you," she said, her gaze fixed on Kingsley, who now stood whole again, as good as new.
'Even his regeneration can heal his essence,' Aura Nova thought to herself. Normally, regeneration at their level could heal surface physical injuries with ridiculous ease, but injuries to the essence were different; they required time, preparation, and immense resources. Kingsley, however, needed none of that. His body itself was an independent weapon. It needed nothing. It depended on nothing. It simply was.
If there was anything Aura Nova took pride in, it was her sword techniques. She had expected the very first technique she used to kill Kingsley outright, yet the man had managed to survive by forcibly constricting his muscles and blocking the attack with his bare hand. The outcome unsettled her more than she cared to admit.
