His body bore the brutal marks of battle, charred and blackened by explosions intense enough to overwhelm even his enhanced, leveled-up physique. The heat had been merciless, leaving a patchwork of seared skin and damaged tissue. To compound the disaster, droplets of poison had found their way onto his already ravaged body, adding a sinister cocktail of toxins to his wounds.
Pain was his constant companion, throbbing and pulsating in every inch of his flesh. Despite the odds, he had miraculously survived the poisoning. He couldn't determine whether it was due to an innate resistance or simply the ineffectiveness of the poison, but at this point, his focus wasn't on the why or the how—he was more consumed by the agonizing pace of his recovery. His body was slowly knitting itself back together, but the process was torturously sluggish.
