Simon's boots carved two long grooves across the cavern floor before he finally came to a stop.
Smoke rose from his chest.
His robe had been blown open, and the skin beneath it was blackened and split. Two of his ribs had cracked, and a dull, heavy pain spread through his chest with every breath.
His True Dragon Scales could only form on his forearms. His chest had taken the full force of the blast.
The flames themselves hadn't done much. His Peak S grade fire affinity had swallowed most of the heat before it could sink deeper. But the force behind the explosion had been far greater than that of the pebbles.
UnholyRegeneration surged through his body. The cracked ribs pulled back into place, the burned flesh peeled away, and new skin closed over the wound. The torn robe threaded itself back together a moment later.
Across the cavern, Ruvak peeled himself away from the cracked wall and blew a thin wisp of smoke from the end of the barrel.
