Chapter 51 – No Wounds
They both continued to stand there.
Staring.
Rava cleared her throat. "I'll help."
Together, they carefully peeled the shirt up and over Lux's chest.
And froze.
Because beneath all the blood and dirt and battle residue—
Was… art.
His torso was sculpted. Not in a fake, gym-influencer way. No. This was lean, functional strength. Abs that had seen war. Shoulders that carried literal sin. His skin was pale, unscarred, and smooth—almost unnaturally so, save for faint bruises and the faded shadow of what should've been major wounds.
Han blinked hard.
Rava stared. Her face flushed.
"…So, uh," Han said quietly, "no wounds."
"Just bruises."
"Yup. Looks like someone hit him with a car and he walked it off."
"But I saw blood," Rava said. "It was everywhere. His chest was soaked. I thought he got stabbed."
Han leaned in closer. "That's… weird."
Rava swallowed. "Is it possible he—"
"Self-regenerates?" Han finished. "Sure. In fiction."
