Ouroboros took a deep breath as he focused on the Voroe Sage, calculating his next move with meticulous precision. While the gory and striking wound on the humanoid lion was far more visually dramatic than his own shattered shoulder, the reality was clear—he was on the losing side of this battle.
The Depravita's natural regeneration abilities, granted by his Depravita Constitution, had already begun the arduous process of mending his fractured bone, but full recovery would take time, and time was a luxury he didn't have. The Voroe Sage was not the kind of opponent to wait.
"BOOM!"