"Cardis, have you come to mock me?" Utherdir, akin to a cornered beast, eyes shone with bloodlust, ready to pounce at any moment. The law of brutality enveloped him like fog, casting his figure in a somewhat illusory haze.
"No, my dear brother, I have come to save you!" Cardis shook the dark gold mane on his neck, glanced at the scars on Utherdir's body, and a faint smile appeared on his face as he extended a hand towards Utherdir's right arm.
A milky white light flew towards Utherdir's charred right arm and quickly merged into it.
Utherdir's right arm, originally charred and reduced to a stump, began to regenerate rapidly. In just a few seconds, it was completely restored.
Utherdir didn't seem surprised by this development. After his arm was restored, he clenched his fist tightly, feeling the power surging within his limb.
