Rowan was silent, his reply was only the ever-present grin his skull showed to the world, but his healing had begun to accelerate, strip after strip of muscle appearing on his gaunt frame as he began to fill up, his bones creaking as the marrows inside were refilled, and his damaged heart shivered before starting to beat.
The concentration of Aetherium in his body had fallen and now he had begun to heal without any impediment, but his dimensional flesh was massive, and Rowan did not rush his healing, leaving that slight gap as a trap. Even the smallest of advantages could create unexpected changes in a battle like this.
Caine did not appear concerned about these changes in Rowan's flesh and he grinned as well,
