After nearly an hour of silence, the door to the Captain's private sanctuary finally opened. The Russian strode out of the room of worship with his head held high and quickly pulled the door closed behind him with the arm that had been previously missing.
Unlike some others who lost their limbs, the Captain had regenerated his arm, or more accurately he was given an upgrade. For the arm that was intertwined with his flesh was not the one that had previously been there.
Instead, his skin turned to deep purple scales where the arm had previously been torn off. The scales covered the entirety of the arm, as if it had been donated from some kind of lizard. His hand had the same amount of fingers as previously, there was no fingernails on this hand.
It almost seemed as if what had grown the new hand was doing so from a poor drawing that didn't both with such details. Although it had the right amount of fingers, they were thick and clumsy.
