Ren stood atop a branch, blood dripping from the stump of his missing arm. His body was battered, but his eyes still held that hint of mischief that just could not be hidden.
Then he grinned.
With a sharp breath, his body surged, and from the open wound, vines erupted like veins seeking skin. They spiraled upward, wrapping his shoulder, weaving muscle, bone, and sinew.
In seconds, the stump bubbled, reshaped, and regenerated into a new arm. The fingers flexed and fist clenched. He'd finally allowed his regeneration to do its work.
The Rosefield Knights flinched.
"You know, you guys should've brought more people." Ren said. "Then maybe this wouldn't be so easy."
It wasn't that easy, but there was no need to tell them that. But that didn't mean he was going to lose either. He was just too powerful to not wipe the floor with warriors who were also Rank 6 Knights like him.
