Moonbeam bent down slowly and picked up the severed piece of his ear, his hand shaking.
Rowan walked toward him, sword still humming with blue energy.
"Hm," Rowan said casually. "You really are tough. That attack should've dissected you into ten thousand pieces."
He raised his blade again.
"But don't worry. I can always do it again."
"Shut up!" Moonbeam snarled. "Don't get cocky, you bastard! I can heal myself!"
Dark energy surged around Moonbeam's body, wrapping around his wounds, trying to regenerate his flesh.
Nothing happened.
The wounds stayed open.
Blood continued to drip.
"…What?" Moonbeam muttered, panic flooding his voice. "Why isn't it working?"
Rowan stopped a few steps away.
"That injury?" Rowan said quietly. "It's not healing. Ever."
Moonbeam stumbled back, teeth clenched, veins bulging as he growled in disbelief.
"This can't be happening…"
"He's… a monster."
Moonbeam's body trembled uncontrollably.
"No. He's not a kid. I'm sure of it."
