The whole place went freezing. Slowly being overtaken by extreme heat, but unlike when Eleyn had cast the same spell, there was no scream coming from Percival. He was burnt and disintegrated, quickly, painlessly.
Ashes fell down, from which Percival again regenerated. The ashes came together as if they were being mixed like cement, and a black blob appeared.
Two dark hands shot out of the thick and disgusting blob, then came the legs, but unlike the arms, they turned from a black fog to a white skin tone. (No the author is not trying to be a racist)
Gereon watched calmly as the enemy was regenerating. He hated this type of guy in the past, but now, they were his favorite toys. "Regeneration huh? Must have been a good life, not worrying about hospital fees." His eyes were gleaming with joy.
