With a growl the Weeping Maiden rose up on all fours. She leapt backwards creating a massive gust of wind.
Haruki raised his arms to block off the dust from entering the gaps of his mask. She howled towards the skies as shadows enveloped her hands. It was covered with a runic sphere with eldritch engravings as it regenerated almost instantaneously.
Haruki frowned at this, "All these fuckers, regenerate in some way or another. It's getting annoying."
[She didn't heal, she replaced her body parts.]
"Replaced? Replaced, how?" He asked with furrowed brows.
[Oh, you can hear me now? Good. If it wasn't for that Marco boy, I fear you might've become the biggest threat to this expedition if you didn't regain your wits on time.]
