A few minutes passed, and 30% of Arthur's wounds had healed. His recovery was not perfect, and the regeneration caused his appearance to look downright hideous. Flesh had regenerated in the wrong places, causing him to look like a mutilated zombie.
Blood was splattered over both his tattered clothes and burnt skin. Parts of his flesh were ripped asunder, while other parts were sewn over the wrong places, causing his body to look like a poorly sewn piece of clothing.
Arthur couldn't describe the pain he felt in words, as it surpassed anything he'd ever experienced before that point.
Excruciating?
No, the word couldn't describe even a quarter of what Arthur felt. A thousand needles? A million would fall short.
But, despite that, Arthur was elated.
Why?
Because he hadn't perished.
