End Of Azrathion

Summoning every ounce of strength, Kaito leaped into the air and raised his sword. His entire body twisted as he brought the blade down in a powerful arc.

"DIE!"

SLASH!

The wyvern’s leftmost head was severed in an explosion of black blood. The creature let out a deafening screech, its body convulsing in agony.

Kaito exhaled, ready to move on to the next—

But then… something terrifying happened.

Before his very eyes, the severed stump began reconstructing itself.

The flesh reattached. The muscles knitted back together.

Within five seconds, the head had completely regenerated.

Kaito’s eyes widened in horror.

"It healed… that fast?!"

Azrathion let out an earth-shaking roar, lunging forward with all five heads at once.

Kaito barely managed to teleport out of the way, appearing several feet away. His breathing was heavy. He had never faced something like this before.

"No… it’s not instant. It took exactly five seconds to regenerate."