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... his eyes still held that hint of mischief that just could not be hidden.
Then he grinned.
With a sharp breath, his body surged, and from the open wound, vines erupted like veins seeking skin. They spiraled upward, wrapping his shoulder, weaving muscle, bone, and sinew.
In seconds, the stump bubbled, reshaped, and regenerated into a new arm. The fingers flexed and fist clenched. He'd finally allowed his regeneration to do its work.
The Rosefield Knights flinched. < ...
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