Rion crashed into the ground and rolled for a few moments before coming to a stop.
A displeased groan escaped from his lips as he forced himself to stand up. Just as he stepped forward, his burnt flesh and the wounds all over his body began to heal at an unimaginable rate.
Muscles, vines, and skin were stitched back in place by the golden threads wiggling out of his wounds, and he muttered, "It seems to be a failure."
He sighed, and suddenly a sharp gust hit him from the left.
The six-lined monster with blade-like hands appeared on his left and swung its limbs towards him.
Rion lifted his arm and covered it in his aura to block the two blades sweeping towards him like they were guaranteed death, but unfortunately for it, Rion was immortal.
Blades struck his arm, cracks appeared across the layer of golden aura on his arm, and he kicked the blade monster at the centre of its chest.
