"What was that?"
I did not answer.
My left eye still burned.
The dark-green color had not faded yet, though the pain behind it made every blink feel like somebody had driven a needle into my skull. Blood ran from the corner of my eye down my cheek, mixing with the blood already on my face.
Gaspar stared at me.
Then he looked at the spot where his own attack had been turned against him.
His expression hardened.
"You reversed it."
I stayed quiet.
Gaspar wiped the blood from his temple with the back of his hand.
"A power through vision," he muttered. "Interesting."
The yellow Plasma around his body moved.
The torn pieces began pulling themselves back together. Membrane crawled over the damaged sections, sealing the gaps in slow, thick layers. The wound on his head remained, but the blood stopped running.
I watched him repair himself.
The sight made me only more annoyed.
Everything I had done until now had barely mattered.
The axe had cut his cheek.
