Damien's eyes widened as the splattered flesh and blood of the monstrous pope underwent a reversal. They manifested into a new body, injured and bloodied. But alive.
The monstrous pope fell to its knees, eyes blurred and body exhausted. It felt the Venom of Eightfold Death binding to its cells and ravaging them.
However... Its regeneration fought back, enduring against the rapid deterioration of its body.
It chuckled while glaring at the black-suited young man lying on the black surface of the gargantuan palm. "I am blessed by the Abominable."
"I wouldn't die so easily, you traitorous Aberrant!"
"You're like a pest-" Damien spat out blood as his lips curved into a subtle smile. "But you're already weakened by the venom."
"It's only a matter of time until your body explodes once again." He glanced at the smoke-tainted skies and felt his body recovering from the grievous injuries.
The monstrous pope hit hard.
Getting uppercutted didn't feel good at all.
