An Encroaching Darkness

The next couple of hours were torture.

Diana had undid every single bandage on his legs and placed her hands on them. 

The markings on her skin that were just a little lighter than her regular tonebegan to glow a red and gold light. 

The colours were continuously moving from end to end, moving into each other only to separate once more. Even on her face, a few new marks appeared, still enveloped by the same light. 

Then she placed her hands on his legs. By then Luck already had the gag im his mouth. 

He had already told Diana that he had no use for it and yet she had insisted. Luck was expecting slight pain but what hit him made him bite deeply into the gag. 

It felt like his bones were twisting, reconstructing themselves by the second. He felt the stray shards of bone slither through his flesh and attach themselves to his femur. 

Torn ligaments were attached and tissues that were beyond repair were simply regenerated.