From the split in his abdomen, ash-gray shadow-flames suddenly surged up, in an instant incinerating the alienated viscera, wrapping around the wound; with the external medicine replenishing it, the nearly burnt-out rebirth form abruptly flared back to life and began to reconstitute itself.
Satria's body swelled as if being inflated, regaining the burly, formidable shape of the past, only his face was bloodless, his expression twitching, and scarlet welled up in those emerald eyes.
A cracking sound clattered forth, the brittle noise of teeth being ground to fragments under rage and pain.
At the very instant the salve was used up, that fully restored body suddenly spasmed, and right on its heels, the mended wound actually burst open again!
