the older volumes--the ones that Rimuru had enjoyed in his boyhood--had a tendency to have its battles be sprawling, protracted things where the hero and the villain spend time battling through second winds and new techniques as if the fate of the world should be a spectacle.
newer volumes--the ones Veldora himself finds in this modern world--tend to make battles quick, gritty things; the violence is on a new scale and the consequences lean towards real and lasting. Veldora's battle tonight had felt like it'd lasted for hours, and yet it'd been one--and in that one hour, things had been so terribly violent and bloody and bruising. the party had been successful, but they'd dragged themselves from Ashiya Douman's tomb with an exhaustion settling in their bones, bearing the marks of the depth of their work.
Veldora's arm is wrapped and probably needs a sling--Yasuho's healing had kickstarted the mending in a splendid way, and Veldora's own healing factor was buzzing away, but he was still tired down to his bones, burns fading and cape in need of mending.
yet when he sees Rose, he still musters a smile--soft and kind, warmth in his eyes. ]
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the older volumes--the ones that Rimuru had enjoyed in his boyhood--had a tendency to have its battles be sprawling, protracted things where the hero and the villain spend time battling through second winds and new techniques as if the fate of the world should be a spectacle.
newer volumes--the ones Veldora himself finds in this modern world--tend to make battles quick, gritty things; the violence is on a new scale and the consequences lean towards real and lasting. Veldora's battle tonight had felt like it'd lasted for hours, and yet it'd been one--and in that one hour, things had been so terribly violent and bloody and bruising. the party had been successful, but they'd dragged themselves from Ashiya Douman's tomb with an exhaustion settling in their bones, bearing the marks of the depth of their work.
Veldora's arm is wrapped and probably needs a sling--Yasuho's healing had kickstarted the mending in a splendid way, and Veldora's own healing factor was buzzing away, but he was still tired down to his bones, burns fading and cape in need of mending.
yet when he sees Rose, he still musters a smile--soft and kind, warmth in his eyes. ]
The heroes return triumphant, my Lady.
The Bellman rests in whatever hell will have him.