"He doesn't seem in agony. Did you give him the correct things!" Brighton asked.
"I don't make rookie mistakes?" Jura said with a frown, "but it's strange for him to be nonchalant!"
"Maybe he is one of those that do not feel pain?"
"No. He does. But his pain threshold is just off the chart!" Jura said. "But even with that, the medos blood has a nasty way of making humans suffer for vengeance!"
While he two were conversing, Seth was having his own internal monologue. One of the things he focused on was the use of Luck Providence which has an ethereal role to play on what had happened to him.
Suddenly, as if all the heat in his head were poured toward his neck. His blood vessels and flesh around the neck quiver before they pushed something out.
A blaze of green fire out enough to engulf the room. Old man Jura raised his hand to grab it but then a suction force appeared on Seth's chest before the flames vanished.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!