Anya couldn't comprehend what she was seeing.
Her mind, still young and innocent despite everything she had endured in this underground prison, simply refused to process the image before her.
The axe. The blood. The leg leg lying on the stone floor like discarded meat.
It didn't make sense. None of it made sense.
Mika, for his part, bit his lips so hard that his teeth nearly broke through the flesh.
The pain was indescribable, agony that radiated from the stump of his thigh and exploded through every nerve in his body.
Even a hardened soldier who had seen the worst horrors of war, would have screamed until their throat bled if something as horrendous as this had happened to them.
They would have called out for their mothers and wept.
But Mika held it all in.
His face, already pale from weeks of anti-mana exposure, had gone corpse-white. Sweat poured down his forehead in rivers.
