The severed arm fell to the ground like a hammer hitting an anvil. Then it disintegrated and sank into the white ground.
Meanwhile, Loki looked for a way to escape, racking his mind. Whether by fluke or lack of power, he sensed no one around him. As he looked left and right, the hole in his chest closed up and healed. But then something swept through his neck, beheading him.
His head struck the ground, rolling across it and causing the earth to quake. It also disintegrated and turned into spirit stones that fell into the second heaven.
Meanwhile, another head had grown on his neck. With his new mouth, he shouted, "You can't kill me, Wandering Thief. I am a Gemini."
The person attacking him finally spoke. They said, "Don't worry. I have something to deal with that."
On the other side, black Loki thought about what he could use to get a world to accept his Supreme Metac.
