—It's done~ hahahaha! You've accepted it all. Son of Avarice, show me your magnificence! Let me taste your insanity!
"No.... no more!" Sigurd's eyes narrowed, his head dangling as if he lost all strength while he gasped for air, his fingers trying to pry open the Ogre's iron grip.
"Huh?!"
Grok'Tam felt the human's flesh and skin squirm, the rocks vibrating as he saw Sigurd's wounds close. His left arm regrew as if time had rewound, the shattered bones growing. His face looked distorted, eyes squinted, brows furrowed, and teeth biting into his lower lips.
"Grrr...!" Sigurd let out a roar and slowly brought his arms together. His arms bulged with muscles, spurting warm blood from the torn wounds as his hands pushed into the gaps of the ogre's thick, muscular fingers. His newfound strength forced them to release their hold.
"Agk?!"
