(End of flashback)
"Sorry to cut it short, but if we don't get started your condition will only get worse" Swor says to them while putting a few things on the table next to the fireplace.
" Right...to be honest I don't know how much more I can take" Demo said as he got up from the chair and walked over to help Swor.
Miri watched as the two of them gathered the supplies. Demo had a very slight but noticeable limp due to his condition. Which also seemed to affect how he performed tasks.
"So, what exactly is all that stuff for" she asked them
"Theoretically these items are supposed to improve his condition" Swor answered her question, as Demo picked up a crate with some slight effort and carried it out.
"Escaping that place wasn't easy, over half the collateral was from him" Swor began as he adjusted a few tools.
"Whatever hurt him is very old. But strong enough that his recovery ability can only slow it down" swor finished as he took a crate of items out with him.
Miri followed them out to see them setting up what seems to be a large spell circle in front of the workshop. Swor was laying rocks that were black with blue streaks they seemed to be pulsating. Demo was taking Metallic looking rods and shoving them into the ground along the points of the outer circle.
Swor then began to use a small silver tool to dig symbols and writing along the lines.
She just sat down in a tree stump and watched closely as the two continued with their work. They continued as the sun began to set below the forest canopy.
They lit some torches around the clearing of the hut and shop. A bright blood red crescent moon rose in the sky, as Swor and Demo finished with the preparations.
Swor knelt down to the outer ring of the circle and placed his hand on it "I invoke the life within the stone, in order to aid with life… we offer death" he said aloud as the circle sparked where he had touched it.
The lines and letters began to glow blue as he looked to Demo and nodded. He walked into the circle holding a black and silver dagger.
As he reached the center he took the dagger and slashed his eye arm and leg. The putrid blood spewed forth from the fresh wounds and soaked the ground and covered the spell circle.
The blood began to ignite upon contact with the light into intense black flames and followed the streams of blood until they got to his rotted body.
The flames ignited further upon contact with his arm, eye and leg. The intensity caused Demo to clasp his face in pain as he doubled over. Rotten flesh and tissue began to burn away as they fell off his body.
There was a cracking sound as Miri and swor looked to see that the black stones he had placed throughout the spell circle had begun to crumble and liquify. The liquified stones flowed into Demo which seemed to increase the intensity. He began to scream in agony as the liquid ore fused into his body down to the bone.
As the flames and light began to die down, Demo fell to the ground as he held his face. He took big pained breaths as he lay on the ground.
Swor and miri watched intently as he lay silently breathing. More blood began to fester from his stumps. As pitch black blood fostered from them as they bubbled. It landed thick on the ground seemingly burning like acid.
Swor smiled as Demo's eye, arm, and leg began to grow back.
"Looks like it worked" he said.