Kaelen lay sprawled on the cracked arena floor, every muscle screaming in protest, drenched in his own blood and sweat.
He couldn't move his limbs, but his chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. A wild, unmistakable spark glinted in his eyes.
He chuckled with a manic, joyous sound that rolled through the silent stadium. His laughter was strangely exhilarating, but not defeated.
"Are you prepared for this?" his laughter exploded into a roar.
"WOOOOORMSSS!"
Instantly, the arena's ambient light shifted around Kaelen. Every lingering wound began to glow with soothing radiance.
He tapped into his unique passive skill
He triggered every restorative skill he ever knew, channeling them through his Divine Cleric class. The effect was visible. Twice, thrice, Kaelen's wounds healed and his bones repaired.
