Chapter 20
The muddy black substance mixed with his basic elements and his soul to form his new flesh and blood. Roallix’s mind floated around, observing his own reformation. Do I have a soul at all? he thought. Then he let the thought go as it was no longer relevant to his situation.
He had made several mistakes over the hundreds of years of his lifespan across the multiverse. But this one was the worst. He should have trusted his partners in crime. No, he should have let them do their part.
The reformation was excruciatingly slow. Mostly because the hit he had copped on Earth had destroyed his body. He was lucky he had chosen the magical world as his foundation and had never crossed worlds. Otherwise, the reformation wouldn’t have been possible.
What the heck just happened?
He knew
