It's like life, you lose a piece of yourself, and you put it up again, but you never feel whole again..
"Sort of, yeah. That's actually pretty accurate, thank you." Rylou sits back in his chair with a strange look on his face, probably nostalgia.
"Hehe, my power doesn't come from magic... *the white flames die out* pure radiation... I'm powered by radiation." *sticks arms out straight and the dent rectified itself* "This Garrett killed me nearly 25 years ago... basically blew my entire torso up. After that not much was left of my armor or me... if it wasn't me however it'd have been instant death... only time this plate..." *points to the white metal-ish plate inset in his helmet, tapping it however sounded more like it was ceramic. The mask like armor plate seemed to have microfractures* "...had been shattered... stopped everything up to that point... ever been shot in the face by a 300 pound projectile moving at mach 5? Well this plate is still original and was repaired, only part of my armor that wasn't replaced by some cheap, yet effective, steel alloy." "Honestly even before I lost 80% of my power... I was no where near strong enough to fight that man... he's the literal definition of OP. If you ever want to die in five seconds by having your head smashed in, just be the bad guy and he'll do it with his bare hands."
After hearing all this talk, he raises his hand and asks, "who all here has died once before, and how? I died when I destroyed the eye of the ruin, but the cultivator brought me back"
"I've died twice... first time I chemically put myself down. It's hard living longer than the universe itself."
"I technically haven't died, as I'm an elemental, but the body I'm forced to inhabit has, by being cut in two from shoulder to hip to be precise."
"Nearest I've gotten was when my sister used a spell to reverse my aging, I'm pretty sure that spell involved turning me into a vampire for a bit, although she won't actually explain to me how that spell works. Plenty of other near death experiences though, ranging from freezing to death, sickness, various dragons, a vampire... king, dragons, undead, water, a god... who was also a dragon..."
"I almost died once... the first and only time my sword was broken... fighting the dreaded Malbrua, lucky me Garrett was on my side then... and my grandson Ben, possibly the only man who can equal Garrett, I loved him so. Made me d**n proud when he let me train him and he proved the second strongest one of us."
"I died, hmm, 17 times now? There was impalement, hell fire, two impalemets, shot with a catapult, cut in half, impaled again, necromancer, volcanoe, impalement, shot twice by the inquisition, decapitated by the inquisition, blood drained, lightning, buried, and impaled again. I should probably take better care of my self."
"Ever had your heart torn out? It hurts like Hel, and that was literally the first thing I did to myself when I got the opportunity because one made of aether is so much more efficient."
"I'm not magical like you guys. I only can die once. I think. I did manage to get my arm almost completely torn off. That day I almost bled to death. Not very pleasant."
Snow yawns and sits up. "Good morning! How is everyone?" The redhead looks at her, "Do I know you?" Snow looks confused, "Maybe..?"
"Oh, yep, sorry." The barrier burst in glittery stars for a moment before it disappears. "I know someone who can help with amnesia, if that's the case. Probably not though." "Buh Bye!"
*a loud crash comes from outside and the entire building violently shakes for a second* "D**n, someone knocked my sword down... give me a minute to make sure no one got crushed..." *walks out to pick up the massive sword*