It was hot, really hot, like molten metal was being poured on his skin, but at the same time, it was also cold.
He knew his skin had been charred, but his golden fire was still keeping him alive. Though useless on the outside, inside, it was keeping his organs in line, his bones where they should be and worst of all, regenerating his nerves.
It could never compare to Alan Peccator's near instantaneous regeneration... and Edward wished it was just somewhat faster, or didn't exist at all.
For he felt the pain of the burns continue when his nerves regenerated, each nerve ending that was regenerated, one by one, the intensity of the fire increased. His mind was going insane.
Worst of all, within the heat was brutal cold of an origin he couldn't explain. He felt as if it didn't impact his body much other than restricting him.
But it did more than that, his mind felt dull the moment he came into contact with it, and it reached a level beyond that as well, though he was still unsure.
