Zell's body began to spasm as he leaned against the thick brown trunk, his black-scaled flesh and demonic features fading slightly; his missing arm began to regenerate with a sickening crunch and bubbling sound rapidly, the scent of iron and blood filling the area.
"Are you okay?" Edelgards's soft voice sounded, her plump rear sitting on a tree stub, her bushy white tail swaying as she watched Zell's arm regenerate like a walking snack machine with unlimited uses.
'I wonder if it tastes different?' She thought, her emerald eyes sparkling at the interesting man that saved her. This "knight" of her's seemed more like the demons in the nightmares and stories her mother used to speak about.
