The remnants of the white light came away slower than Simon wanted.
He isolated another trace beneath his left collarbone, brought Gluttony's power into Devour, and carefully separated it from the wounded tissue.
Pain travelled down his chest.
However, the flesh behind it finally joined.
It was a little progress, but it was too little.
Most of his smaller wounds had closed, but the cut across his shoulder and chest remained stubborn. Forcing more energy into it only made the damaged pathways ache.
He reduced the pressure and settled into a steadier rhythm. Devour removed the interference. UnholyRegeneration repaired what it could. The rest of his demonic energy replenished his depleted heart and circulated through his exhausted body.
This would take time.
But waiting did not mean doing nothing.
Simon opened his eyes.
Something red drifted above the stones.
