Ayaan lay motionless on the ground, his head reduced to a gruesome, bloody mess. But deep within his body, a miraculous process was beginning. Tiny roots, delicate and vibrant, started weaving through his flesh, mending tissue, reconnecting blood vessels. Bit by bit, his head began to reform, like a plant sprouting anew.
As the roots continued their work, reconstituting the structure of his head, Ayaan's vision returned. He blinked once, twice, then focused on the scene above. Blue was in the sky, engaged in a fierce battle with Morin. The air crackled with energy as Blue's Beam Cannon fired relentlessly, each blast met by Morin's impenetrable shield.
Half-healed, Ayaan watched in awe. "Blue... you are different," he muttered, his voice regaining strength with each passing second. The process continued, and soon, Ayaan was fully healed. He sat up, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation.
Meanwhile, high above, Blue screamed, "Full blast!" The Beam Cannon's power intensified, momentarily pushing Morin back. But Morin remained unfazed. "That's all you have? How disappointing," he taunted, summoning an array of flying swords that darted toward Blue.
Blue dodged and weaved through the air, using his rocket boosters to evade the deadly projectiles. However, one sword grazed him, severing his left hand. Blue plummeted, a cloud of dust rising as he crashed to the ground.
In the midst of the dust, Morin approached, his entire body clad in a shimmering purple metallic armor. He held a sword forged from Homenen, the unique metal he controlled. "This is the end, Blue," Morin declared, raising his sword for the final blow.
But before he could strike, thick plant roots erupted from the ground, wrapping around Morin's arm and halting his attack. Morin turned, his eyes narrowing as he saw Ayaan standing tall, his body fully healed.
"Oh, you're not dead," Morin remarked, annoyance flickering in his gaze.
"It's going to take a lot more than that to kill me," Ayaan replied, his voice steady and resolute.
Blue, still processing the shock of Ayaan's revival, watched as the roots tightened their grip on Morin, halting his advance. The battle wasn't over yet, and with Ayaan's intervention, hope sparked anew.
END OF CHAPTER 37