The Prince stared at his bloody stump with a pale look in his eyes. For a moment, he was overwhelmed by terror. However, his face moved on from the fear far too quickly.
An eerie light flickered in his eyes as he became expressionless.
He brought out a transparent vial filled with red liquid and drank it. As he did, the bloody stump glowed with green light that extended outward, forming the radiant silhouette of a new pair of hands. The light shattered, revealing a brand-new hand.
He clenched and unclenched his fingers, testing the mobility of his renewed hand.
'The motion feels slightly delayed. I guess it will get better over time. I'm lucky to have received this from Bull.'
His eyes shifted.
'Speaking of Bull.'
He gave the dark-haired man before him a long, searching look.
'He should have taken care of that monster while I went after the next strongest. What is he doing?'
