"You must take better care of this body," she whispered, her tone laced with quiet sorrow. "Do you know how long I begged my elder sister for it? Thousands of years, my love. Thousands."
The beautiful lady in white stood still, her long hair flowing like silk in the wind. She let out a quiet sigh, a soft, almost musical sound, but behind that gentle voice was a deep sadness.
"That's enough," she said, her eyes full of concern as she looked at Rex. "Let me heal you first. You look absolutely awful… like death itself brushed against you."
As her words floated into the air, a soft silver light began to glow around her. The light slowly wrapped itself around Rex's broken, wounded body.
It sparkled gently, like the moon shining on a calm sea. Then the swords on him, the ones made from bright, burning stellar energy, began to melt away. They broke apart into tiny particles, drifting into the air like glowing dust, vanishing one by one.
