I got to my feet, as warm waves of power were slowly filling me up, my Anima Depth and Celestial Marrow were rapidly regenerating, but I had less than ten percent in the tank with my Anima regenerating faster than my marrow… with a sigh of regret, my body shrank to its normal size; now I no longer towered over the demon.
It would take perhaps an hour to completely regenerate my entire marrow, much too long, but the demon was already diminished, and what I could feel from it was no longer the darkness of the Sovereign, but its pure demonic power… it would seem that the Soul Flayer had shed the layer of darkness when it discovered I was no longer affected by it.
I could no longer see the anchor on its skin. After assuming control, the Soul Flayer must have pushed this weakness deeper into its body.
