Fear was a primordial emotion, however what Damon was feeling thinking about his first words to the unknown god almost made his heart explode.
It was a good thing the unknown god messed with a bunch of concepts and sealed them away, making them temporarily obsolete.
Like fear.
Damon felt the passage of time again. His body was in good shape. He had even regained his lost arm.
He didn't even notice at first. It seemed the unknown god was benevolent enough to patch him up.
With a deep sigh Damon glanced around the cavern, searching for his arm. After a while he saw it, charred and covered in dried and hardened blood.
Damon wore an impassive expression as the raven and the squirrel arrogantly glanced at the limb as if examining it.
"Caw...caw...lose too many times..."
He glared at the raven.
"Shut up. I haven't lost my limbs that much... only like a few times..."
