The ruined body of Sloth stood amid the smoking crater. For several seconds, nothing happened. Then the flesh began to move.
It crawled over bone in thick white strands, spreading from the few pieces that had survived Kaiser's explosion. Muscle wrapped itself around exposed ribs, tendons stretched across joints, and pale tissue climbed over the skull, filling its hollow cheeks and reconstructing the face beneath the crimson eyes.
There was no bloodied struggle to regenerate or any obvious expenditure of power. His body simply returned to the state it had possessed before being destroyed, as though remaining injured required more effort than becoming whole again. Even the arm Celine had severed began reforming. Bone extended first from the stump, followed by muscle, veins, and finally the same chalk-white skin.
Kaiser watched the regeneration with visible displeasure. "I preferred him without the flesh."
