Everyone's eyes followed Ray as he staggered towards them, his steps uneven but deliberate. Blood still dripped from his wounds, but he didn't seem to care.
Reaching into his spacial ring, he pulled out a small bottle filled with a vivid green potion. Without hesitation, he uncorked it and downed its contents in one go.
The effects were immediate. The deep gashes on his chest and torso began knitting themselves together, flesh and muscle regenerating visibly under the astonished gazes of his peers. His once-labored breathing grew steady, his movements less strained as the healing process worked its magic.
Yet, no one moved. No one spoke.
They could only watch.
