Grey Regen 5

“How’d you get that injury?” I asked, wincing at the pain of my leg grinding and shifting as it healed.

The Alacryan noble shook her head. “It was Regis, but I don’t think he realized he’d hit me. He’s not exactly in the right state of mind right now.”

Annoyance rose at seeing Caera injured because of us, but I was also thankful that Regis’s newly-acquired Destruction ability wasn’t nearly as potent as mine. If it manifested as all-consuming flames, like mine did…

Turning my gaze to the battle ensuing in the distance, I could see Regis and the aetheric being locked in a heated melee. Each attack carried enough force behind it to release shockwaves of energy that could be felt from even where Caera and I watched.

“I should go help,” I said, standing up.

Caera looked down at my healed leg, her expression hidden behind her obsidian horn, then looked back up at me. “Regis doesn’t seem to want help.”“I know.” I frowned. “But I can feel this new form of his eating away at Regis.”