The figure of Rowan fell from the air, dropping for hundreds of feet before landing on the ground on a single knee, at this moment he was nothing but a golden skeleton, but he was alive, the Axe he held was still burning with a green flame that was slowly dying out.
As he was standing from his knees, his flesh seemed to bubble out of thin air, and the moment he stood up, he was whole again. The Ouroboros skin barely survived the detonation from the Axe, so thankfully he was not naked.
At least, some things are not breaking down for me yet.
Behind him, a small mountain stirred, it was the broken body of the Abomination. The entirety of the top of its head had disappeared, leaving only a black smoking jawbone, barely held together by small charred gristle and sinews, the rest of its body was no better.
