"Sigh... no matter how many times I see you use your ability, I still can't get used to it, Uncle Morthern," Frank Wargrave, the First Elder, spoke.
He touched his chest where an injury to his heart had been, and it had vanished. A smile touched his lips as he remembered his opponent that had managed to push him this far. He couldn't help but look forward to meeting the man again, as the man had escaped as he, Frank, was about to kill him.
Hearing Frank's words, Morthern simply shook his head with an almost imperceptible smile as he spoke, "Even I myself am shocked every time I gain a new skill or ability," he stated, as he too was fascinated by his own ability despite having it for almost three hundred years now. "And also, if you let your enemies escape next time, I wouldn't heal you, or anybody else," he added.
