Silla gritted his teeth, blood dripping from his wound. His vision blurred, but he refused to fall. He turned to Nymira.
"Nymira… heal me. I can regenerate, but I need your help to recover fully." His voice was weak but filled with determination.
Nymira hesitated for a second before nodding. "We need to take back Master Mom no matter what." She flicked one of her nine tails, the one glowing with a gentle, golden light. As she pressed it against Silla's wound, warm energy surged through him.
Silla groaned as his flesh rapidly closed, scales regenerating, muscles stitching themselves back together. His breathing steadied.
He lifted his head, his eyes filled with renewed strength. "We need to hold on."
Then, his body glowed with a deep blue aura. His form shifted, stretching and expanding.
CRACK—CRACK!
