Chapter 89: Recovery

Tom's entire self shrank to just two things. Two aspects, as there was hardly any remaining piece of flesh of the young man. 

One was the pain. 

An overwhelming storm of constantly having his body rebuilt by an insane amount of mana and having it burned back by the guts of the explosion.

Determination was second. 

Tom's spear broke apart in this raging sea of mana. It was made of off Tom's magic for the most part, with nothing but low-quality wood and metal underneath. 

It served him well, but now it was the definite end to Tom's weapon. 

But he still preserved. 

Through the sheer force of will, Tom kept the connection of his skill, constantly sucking in the insane amount of magic that raged around him. 

And in this overwhelming amount of mana, his body constantly regenerated. No matter how much of his flesh sizzled away, it would grow back under the nourishing care of the same mana that was damaging it.