Lucian's body appeared at the location he had anchored, his form completely intact, his flesh unblemished and his clothes pristine, as though nothing had ever touched him. His entire being, body, soul, and existence itself, had been rewritten in an instant by a single ability. The laws that governed reality bent obediently to his will, restoring him as if the violence he had endured moments earlier had never occurred.
But before he could even draw a single breath, Anthony was already upon him. Anthony's foot tore through the air like an arrow loosed from a divine bow, compressing the space around it as it descended toward Lucian with merciless speed.
