Akamir watched in silence as the pale moonlight touched Luca's chest.
It was faint at first, barely anything more than a shimmer, but then the light grew brighter, outlining the wound with a soft white glow.
The blood that had soaked Luca's tunic began to draw back.
The edges of the torn flesh knitted together slowly, like something pulling the pieces of him back into place.
His breathing, which had nearly stopped, became steadier.
The hole in his chest shrank bit by bit.
It wasn't perfect, nor was it fast, but it was working.
Reagan let out a shaky breath, still clutching the empty vial in his tiny hands. "Ahh… Just as I thought."
Viros stayed quiet, watching Luca as the healing continued.
Akamir stood, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his sleeve. "You knew this would happen."
As Akamir kept on looking at Luca's body healing, he soon began to notice.
From beneath his messy hair, a pair of ears began to rise—not human ears.
