"I see," Tiramisu said softly, her eyes fixed on the man before her. "Your creativity and courage are truly… astounding."
Her voice held neither mockery nor disdain, but genuine respect. She lowered her gaze to her shoulder, where her right arm had been torn away.
"Before my transformation," she murmured, "a wound like this might have made me reconsider continuing the fight. Unfortunately for you…"
Her aura ignited.
The Depravita Aura burst outward, then collapsed inward upon itself, concentrating into the torn flesh of her shoulder. At a speed visible even to mortal eyes, bones grew anew, muscle fibers wove together, and veins pulsed with rekindled life. Within seconds, her arm had reformed completely.
"Even a missing limb," she said, flexing her fingers, "is nothing more than a mild inconvenience for an Alpha Omega Overgod True Depravita."
She clenched her fist, and the air screamed. The killing intent in her eyes blazed even brighter.
