[He turned his head to look back over his shoulder in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the blackened skin that made up a portion of his shoulder blade. He could reach back and touch them, but they didn't feel like any healing wound that he had ever encountered. However, Hell was full of disgusting afflictions, but he ignored the healed flesh because there were no effects to his performance.

And he required no new enhancements. He was enhanced and skilled enough to mind his own health and that of his commander.]

They are currently nothing. [He twitched his shoulder with the contact.] Is there any sign what it may turn into? They still ache from time to time, but I ignore them.