But what about his body?
He looked down at his arm. As expected, the bruise from the snake's tail whip… which should have been a deep purple welt by now… was already yellowing, fading fast, the pain fading into a dull, distant itch.
And it wasn't just this bruise He remembered the night before… the brutal beating Vurok had given him. By all medical logic, He should have been bedridden for weeks with internal bleeding. Yet, he had woken up 80% healed.
"Why?" Sol whispered, flexing his hand. "Is this the standard biology of this world? Do all humans here heal like wolverines?"
He shook his head. No. Lyra had been terrified for him. Taru had expected him to be crippled. This healing factor was unique to him.
"Did the dimensional transfer mutate me?" he wondered. "Or is my body... hungry?"
He paused on the path, a sudden connection firing in his hyper-active brain.
