But once it cleared, Azula walked out of it untouched.
The flesh flayed from his arm was already crawling back over the bone, knitting itself whole as if the wound had never existed.
This was the undying effect of the crown rank.
Caelus could see why with his sight. Deep inside Azula's chest, beyond flesh and bone, sat a small radiant object. A crown.
One Crown meant the other party was Crown I.
Every crown rank possessed one. So long as the crown stayed intact, the body it lived in could not truly die. Damage it, and the crown simply rewound the damage. This was why it was said only a crown could kill another crown, because only a crown could reach past the body and strike the core directly. For everyone else, attacking a crown rank was like trying to bail out the ocean with a bucket.
Their HP was based on the HP of the crown itself, and only another crown's power could destroy it.
Azula rushed in. A halberd appeared in his grip, blood power oozing off him in a red haze.
