He uttered the word calmly, and blue-gold flames erupted all around him!
The sacred fire wrapped around his body and sank inward, plunging through flesh and seeking the source of his depletion. The flames burned into his bones and marrow with heat that was not quite heat, churning through the structures that produced his blood with intensity that bordered on violence!
And ridiculously, in the next moment...
Damian felt his body begin to fill up with blood.
Nonsensically.
Impossibly!
As if these flames that came from a single letter of the Primordial Tongue exponentially multiplied how rapidly he produced blood. His marrows churned with activity that exceeded anything natural, generating crimson cells at rates that should have been impossible, flooding his vessels with life that he had just been draining away.
