Before Orvath could examine her more closely, the Life Worm raised her hand. Gentle light enveloped his body, drawing the detached limbs from the surrounding ground toward their original positions.
The severed limbs reconnected as her healing power restored the damaged tissues. Within moments, all four limbs had been reattached without leaving visible wounds. Her healing power even replenished some of the energy Orvath had expended during the fight.
He slowly moved his fingers, then rose to his feet and tested his legs. Everything responded normally.
"Remarkable."
His gaze returned to the Life Worm.
Michael, however, noticed something else. Orvath's eyes lingered on the woman's beautiful face before moving toward her black-and-white outfit.
Michael's expression became slightly strange.
Although the elf hadn't said anything inappropriate, the way he was looking at her seemed a little too interested.
Should an elf really be looking at an undead like that?
