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"Tch—"
A scowl marred Mikoto's delicate features. A single line of blood dripped from the corner of his lips, a vivid crimson. He spat, the blood hitting the charred, molten ground with a hiss, evaporating almost instantly upon contact with the superheated floor.
The metallic taste lingered, thick and putrid on his tongue. His jaw ached, no doubt fractured. His ribs—shattered, splintering into the soft organs beneath. His entire skeletal structure felt as though it had been turned to brittle glass, barely holding itself together. He could feel something wet sloshing around inside him. Blood. Internal bleeding. The damage was extensive. Were it not for his regenerative magic, Selwyn would have ended this fight right there.
A single punch.
That was all it had taken.
From a short distance away, a deep chuckle rumbled through the area, reverberating in the air like the growl of a wild animal.
