"Blane!! Hang on!!"
The blonde female magus's desperate plea resonated through the din of the speeding vehicle's engine. The fading screams of the formidable Phantom Drider still echoed eerily in the backdrop, serving as a chilling testament to the perilous encounter they had narrowly escaped.
For a Magus, possessing an Immortal body granted them the uncanny ability to recover from gruesome injuries. Their bodies could reknit flesh, mend bones, and patch up punctured organs - an extraordinary feat that was, unfortunately, not an immediate one. Especially when the afflicted was unconscious, the process of regeneration could stretch into long, agonizing hours.
Laid out on the hard metallic floor of the vehicle, Blane was a horrifying sight. His insides grotesquely spilled out in an indecent display of the brutality they had just fled from.
