Brandon slid down the wall until he was sitting on the cold stone floor.
He stared at the severed arm lying in front of him and he closed his eyes for a moment, forcing his breathing to slow.
'I didn't expect that we would get separated the moment we entered the door. I hope Rheanne is alright...'
'Considering her power, she should be alright.'
He let out a shaky, bitter laugh.
He leaned his head back against the stone wall, staring up at the ceiling.
His thoughts drifted 'And worst of all, ether skills are blocked inside this chamber. I can't even heal my arm with Dhayun's skill.'
He can't stay here.
He has to keep moving.
Brandon pushed himself up with his remaining arm, using the wall for support.
He looked at the severed arm on the floor one last time.
Then he turned away.
"No time for self-pity," he muttered.
He tore a piece of cloth from his pants and tied it around the stump to stop the heavy bleeding.
