Kapitel 93: A Hell of His Own Making

The air in the scarlet world, bleeding with a crimson overglow as if the light itself were plastered onto reality, thickened with sudden tension. A horrible scream shattered the eerie silence as Lucian's severed limbs and bitten portions began to heal, knitting back together at an unnaturally fast rate.

"WhAtZz hApeNinGG.....TOOOOOOO MEEEE?!"

Lucian's voice, which was typically tinged with sarcastic charm, had become a choked gurgle, hardly recognizable. His entire body appeared to wriggle and deform, as if an invisible hand were twisting him from the inside out. The mended limbs were ugly caricatures of their former selves, bulging with large muscles. Tumors the size of his head, while others the size of a large table, sprang from his body, throbbing with an obscene life of their own.