As Ophelia's laughter echoed through the forest, the impossible happened. The deep wound on her stomach, which had seemed so lethal only moments before, began to close miraculously. The Ascendants, their eyes wide with disbelief, watched as the flesh seamlessly knit itself back together, erasing any trace of the injury.
Ophelia, the hint of mirth still lingering in her eyes, straightened up. Her posture was relaxed, almost as if the wound and the ensuing fight were nothing more than a mild inconvenience. This extraordinary healing ability, a result of the advanced nano-machines integrated into her bionic body, remained her secret. It was a part of her enigma, a truth she chose not to disclose.
The five Ascendants, momentarily dumbstruck, quickly shifted from shock to mounting frustration. Lucas, his sword still in hand, muttered bitterly, "Fantastic, she can heal herself again." His voice dripped with sarcasm, his annoyance clear.
