About a hundred Snow Dire Wolves have been taken out now, with only three of them being Sentry Snow Dire Wolves. The Warden is situated way back. He's not attacking, only watching. Closely. As if studying me. In addition, about three and a half hours have passed.
"This is a first." I comment. "I've never taken this much time in finishing a Quest before. Even though it's five hours, meaning I still have a bit of time, it's starting to worry me. I haven't gotten weaker. Hell no. Not in the slightest. These wolves, they're just…"
Way too resilient. And so durable that it's annoying. They don't die instantly unless I truly exert myself to use more strength and Mana to increase the force of my attacks.
"Furthermore, if I don't kill them instantly, their injuries only cause them to stumble for a few seconds, then, seconds later, they're back to nearly a hundred percent. It's not regeneration, because then, their wounds wouldn't still be existent. It's more like…"
Rejuvenation.
