Aaron made use of his omnipotent power within the sanctuary, channeling it with effortless will.
He regenerated the limbs of King in moments, flesh and bone knitting back together seamlessly, the new arms and legs forming with perfect symmetry and strength.
Afterward, he expelled the lingering element of destruction within King's stumps, the dark force that had been preventing his immortality from regenerating the limbs.
It manifested as a writhing black smoke, which Aaron crushed into oblivion with a casual gesture, the void absorbing the remnants without trace.
"Go get some rest. I have got some tasks to do in preparation for my next encounter with my enemies," Aaron instructed King, his voice firm yet caring.
He placed a reassuring hand on King's newly restored shoulder, the sanctuary's serene light casting gentle glows across their forms.
He called forth all his clones, summoning them from the shadows and voids with a commanding wave.
