The world blurred again as I barely ducked under another sluggish but devastating strike. My ribs screamed in agony from an earlier blow, but before the pain could even settle, the wounds were knitting themselves back together.
'This damn body…'
It wasn't just healing—it was reconstructing, reshaping, undoing the damage faster than my nerves could register it. My Chaos Incarnate Physique made survival a certainty, but it also made suffering endless. Every crushed bone realigned in seconds, every gash sealed as if it never existed. I could fight with reckless abandon, but there was no escaping the pain.
I barely had a moment to breathe before another knight swung his massive, corrupted blade toward me. I twisted at the last second, the edge grazing my side. I felt my flesh split, my muscles tear—and then, as if time reversed, it all stitched itself back together.
The old noble sneered from behind his knights. "Struggling, are we?"
