"What the—?" Henrik's voice cracked mid-stride as Rhett's body erupted from the blood staining his cloak. The gaunt boy stumbled but kept running, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You actually planned this?"
His eyes dimmed with realization as he processed what he'd witnessed. Rhett had to envy how quickly Henrik connected the dots—seeing the Iron Knight tear him apart, watching him regenerate from scattered pieces, understanding how he'd reformed even from inhaled blood particles.
"Effective teleportation," Henrik concluded, half-awed, half-terrified. His analytical mind was already calculating possibilities Rhett couldn't even dream of. "That means you can regenerate from any part of your body, including your blood, even if the pieces are miles apart. Have you tested distance limits? You developed this technique yourself?"
