Ego's self-healing speed was incredibly fast. Energy flowed as if it were free. The Demon God's body had just severed his left hand and had not yet touched his right when the severed hand had already regenerated.
If that ability could be passed down genetically to the next generation, the Guardians of the Galaxy would never need to stockpile food again. Bringing Star-Lord alone would be enough.
Add Groot, and they would have both meat and vegetables—a healthy, balanced diet.
Ego regenerated quickly, but the Demon God's body and the golden god dismantled him no slower. The two sides maintained an almost balanced state.
Almost, because the Demon God's body was not merely dismantling him—it was skimming off a share, constantly plundering Ego's energy and tossing it into the Dark Dimension, making the dismantling just slightly faster.
It was easy to imagine that Ego's energy would only continue dwindling. Once he lacked the energy to sustain rapid regeneration, his brain's location would be exposed—and that would be the day he died.
Inside Ego's energy body, veins and channels resembled an intricate network of highways, continuously transporting energy to every corner of his body.
Within one vessel of the energy circulation system stood a white room filled with a sci-fi aesthetic. Its honeycomb-like structure resembled an enhanced heart.
But it was not a heart. Compared to the energy body, this room was far too small—a drop in the ocean, nowhere near enough to sustain efficient energy transmission.
This was Ego's lair, his brain. To evade Russell and Odin's pursuit, it constantly moved through the energy body.
He could hide for a while, but not forever. Ego knew full well that if this continued, destruction was his only fate.
Worse still, his Silly Bird son, whom he regarded as an energy