Vesta was on the ground, her consciousness ready to fade at any second.
Her body was smoldering, covered in open wounds, burned flesh, and exposed bone. Her left leg was destroyed, her arm hung useless, and an entire side of her face had been consumed by the flames of the Supernova.
Each breath was a ragged whisper, each heartbeat a miracle in itself. Davi stood still, panting, staring at that vision of living agony.
He didn't understand. How…?
Anyone else would have given up. Or simply died right there… yet she refused to surrender. She really was insane.
"You…" he murmured, breathless, almost in disbelief. "You still want to fight?"
Vesta's eyes glimmered faintly, but with an endless thirst for battle. She had never felt more alive than in that moment.
Then, against all logic, the impossible happened.
She activated her skill , and her body trembled faintly as she forced her muscles to move, her body beginning to regenerate.
