The pain of a laser cutting through half his body was a faint memory. The pain of fierce underworld energy restoring his body after the laser removed half of it was nostalgic.
Nothing could compare to the pain of the anti-underworld energy potion making contact with his body and entering it like a spring breeze after a cold winter. Without caring about the obstruction of his clothes, skin, muscles, and skeleton, the potion instantly flooded him.
Less than a fraction of a second later, the potion did what it was made to do. It drove away the underworld energy. It extinguished and erased the underworld energy's presence from Mursoth's body.
It was just that Mursoth's body was made of underworld energy.
He was a physical being. He was made of blood and flesh, just like a monster or a human. But the tiny building blocks that his blood and flesh consisted of were glued together with and by underworld energy.
