Very soon, Grey passed by the same location where the Soul Devouring Bird had once absorbed flesh and where his saber had slashed repeatedly. However, when he glanced around, he did not see any signs of damage at all. There were no torn patches of flesh, no lingering saber marks, and not even a trace of black blood.
It was as if this had never been the place where he had swung his saber.
The recovery speed of the flesh was simply too fast. By the time Grey arrived, the tunnels had already fully healed, smooth and intact, giving no indication that a battle had ever taken place there. Of course, Grey did not notice anything off.
The shadow did not notice anything off. The purple phantom did not notice anything off. The Soul Devouring Bird did not notice anything off. Even the purple crystal, which was always silent and unresponsive, did not notice anything off.
