By the time the explosions had stopped, his entire body was covered in burns. Standing there, he looked like a toasted piece of meat. He took a sharp breath and right there the burns started healing.
"You know, out of all things I'm happy I got from that day, I think the healing is the greatest one. I don't know how it works, but it saves me," Silva said, then lunged forward again.
The undead was pissed at this. In rage, it swung its hands and a flame arc shot out. Silva slid under, got on his feet, and attacked with a claw strike. The undead moved out of the way fast as the claw strike dug into the wall behind it.
'I don't have time to drag this fight out. Any moment from now the evolution will begin to take place,' Silva thought. He gritted his teeth, using Minotaur's Rage. His speed increased exponentially, so fast that the undead couldn't keep up.
