With the others asleep, Damon gritted his teeth.He made no sound... almost having long since grown used to being covered in his own blood.
He leaned by the wall, pulling at the bandage to inspect his wounds. Sylvia and Evangeline had used the last of their healing potions on him.
The wounds clung sticky to the fabric as he peeled it back with a calm, almost mechanical expression.
"Well, that's gonna leave a mark..." he muttered, staring at the raw gashes.
And here he was, almost celebrating how the system had gotten rid of all his scars when he first got it...
Damon sighed. He didn't bother trying to get up — that would be pointless. His whole body ached, but Pain Resistance at Level 3 was helpful, at least.
He had been planning to use the Ashborn skill to cauterize the wounds — he just needed to make sure the others stayed asleep.
He was sure they had reached their limits.
Opening his palm, he prepared to activate the skill, bracing himself for the surge of agony.
