Sylas looked at Leon, annoyed, but even though he had lost his forearm and right hand, he didn't feel that troubled. Leon frowned at that. If he thought that he could heal his arm, he would have to spend a lot of energy, which would cost him a lot. Besides, it wasn't like Leon would just observe.
However, in the blink of an eye, without Sylas doing anything. His arm was back to its rightful place and completely healed. Obviously, he did it, but Leon was having a hard time believing in that. Based on his experiments, Sylas would have to spend 70 million mana points to make the time of his arms move in reversal, and he didn't have that.
"It looks like you are quite cherished," Leon said. "To think that she would spend so much mana on you even though she is fighting right now."
"Are you jealous?" Sylas smirked.
"Jealous for being protected in the middle of a fight?" Leon frowned. "Not really…"