Sitting atop the rubble from Anselm and Quens battle, cold as it may be, I find myself feeling like a child waiting patiently for his mother while some sales man rambles on about some brilliant new toy, I should tell my mum to buy once she comes.
For the most part this is quite accurate as even now, when I asked him to give me and explanation for why in the hells his body, his immortal, invulnerable soul is not regenerating as fast as it should.
Normally, this wouldn't even be a discussion since he is quick to regenerate all limbs with my mana which keeps him physical. He could do this while summoned or be expelled and summoned wholly all over again.
But none of that's the case here, I've dispelled the spell and summoned him up again several times only to meet him with his arms still missing.
"It will regenerate, if you would just let me pray to Frozia." He says quickly. I've been dispelling him as quick as I can before he can utter the word near me.
