Vitality

The gang tried to get back on their feet and looked around.

At the spot where the previous target was… there was nothing but a spray of blood. There was nothing else, innards, bones, nothing…

One of the healers was the first to react and he started healing himself. However, the more he tried to heal himself, the more the burning pain intensified.

"Argh…"

He groaned in pain. But he didn't stop.

His instincts were telling him to heal himself. They were screaming at him, telling him to close up the wound or something disastrous might happen.

But the wound did not close up.

It only burned more and the more he healed, the more his flesh corroded. But after a couple of minutes, he stopped healing and took out a potion. He drank it.

The reaction was about the same. Not as severe as the usual healing, but it burned like hell was concentrated into his wounds.