Chapter 170: Multi-Casting

The treant, a creature summoned and bound with dark magic, had been called forth from the desolate wastelands of the demiplane. Its purpose was simple: to carry out the ruthless bidding of the witches who had conjured it. 

However, as it faced Alicarde, the treant's frustration grew. It had obliterated him, reduced him to less than ash, yet here he stood, seemingly unfazed, his body whole without a single drop of blood left behind.

Roaring in fury, the treant seized him in its enormous, twisting roots and hurled him into the ground with bone-shaking force. Yet, to its shock and disgust, Alicarde only laughed—a dark, mocking laugh. As he lay pinned, his shattered lower limbs began to regenerate, sinews and bone knitting back together until his legs were as good as new. Even his attire, torn and ravaged, reformed seamlessly, as if it, too, was part of his indestructible body.