"Haaa… haa…."
Rey leaned against the rubble, his breathing gradually stabilizing as the immediate panic of survival began to fade into cold calculation.
His Divine-grade armor bore visible cracks from Pride's annihilation wave—fractures that ran across the chest plate and shoulder guards, damage that would normally require expert craftsmen weeks to repair properly.
He examined the injuries with professional detachment, already calculating how long he'd need to avoid combat while operating with compromised protection.
Then something extraordinary happened.
The cracks began to heal.
Not metaphorically—the actual physical damage was reversing itself. Mystical energy flowed through the armor's internal channels with purpose that suggested conscious intent, flowing toward damaged sections and reconstructing them at molecular levels.
