For a couple of seconds, the light enveloped him completely—warm and pervasive, reaching into places that light shouldn't logically be able to reach. When it faded, his body felt completely restored. Better than restored—genuinely refreshed in a way that made the exhaustion of the past several hours feel like a distant memory.
Every wound closed. Every burst vessel is repaired. The subtle accumulated strain on his bones and muscle fibers from the extended battle is gone.
Not that I wouldn't have healed eventually anyway, he noted with private amusement, but still.
He checked himself carefully from top to bottom, looking for any other change beyond the physical restoration.
Something was subtly different. He could feel it—a barely perceptible shift in some quality he couldn't quite name or locate precisely. But whatever it was, it wasn't accompanied by any system notification or obvious stat change.
I'll figure it out eventually.
