The sword imbued with Fearless Spirit slashed across Darr's body, splattering blood everywhere.
Darr's body staggered backwards, a slash mark stretched from his right eye diagonally down towards his waist.
"Hahaha… hahahaha!" Darr's now deformed mouth uttered a crazed laugh, followed by the sound of a turning gear.
The ring in his hand was glowing brightly, under the threat of death, his psychokinesis was utilized to its maximum limit, manifesting as strings of psychokinetic power that stitched his body back together. Parts of his inner body could be seen; the psychokinetic strings squirmed beneath his skin to repair the damaged organs and maintain his life temporarily.
"I'm not going to die. I've only just been noticed by Lord Negary, by the great Lord whom I've always strived to become closer to, how could I die right here!?" the sound of the turning gear coming from Darr's body was becoming increasingly stronger.
