As much as he didn't like to say it, the old man's grin really made him feel better.
He had already cleansed the wound and cast Minor Mend the moment his brain caught up to the injury. Whilst the two skills had managed to reduce the damage, regrowing a limb wasn't within their realm of capability.
The stump was sealed, the bleeding had stopped, and that was all he could ask for right now.
If he survived the day, a powerful healer would be able to reattach his arm, fully paid by Tom.
He moved his head towards the two assassins who were still running. They had already crossed hundreds of meters in the few short seconds.
Nobody had ever done this to him. Nobody had ever taken a piece of his body. And now the two who had actually managed it were trying to walk off the field like a job well done.
Moon's mana ignited.
His remaining arm rose. The aura around him pulsed once, and the pressure in the air around his position warped visibly.
"Don't."
