As my hand regenerated, I stared at them. They didn't do anything as my bones reformed and my flesh reshaped itself. When my hand finally returned, I clenched a fist to test it and smiled.
"Thanks for waiting."
The reborn duo ignored me and said nothing. They seemed to have {Fates} that shared their vitality. The grandfather regained his youth, while the child aged. This ability must have come at a high price. Otherwise, they would be in this state all the time.
Youth was meaningless in Hellsgate. As far as I knew, Reapers were immortal beings in human form. Bella immediately figured out that when I said old man, I meant Roland Winchester. This led me to believe that seniors were rare.
"Not that it matters," I muttered.
As if sharing a mind link, both Kid and Grampa simultaneously launched an attack on me. {Mage} had excellent eyesight and could tank damage, but it was slow. But for now, I tried to see what I could learn from the way they fought.
