There was an instinctual reaction in the minds of people that stopped them from self-harm. It was easier for a hardened warrior to cut off the heads of a thousand begging enemies than to sever one of their fingers.
Elias had only a brief moment that was less than a fifth of a second for him to not only think, but also react quickly enough to tear out his limbs.
If he had hesitated for even the briefest of moments, this opportunity would have been gone, and he would have been left with nothing but death.
His innate healing had already made Elias almost fearless of physical harm, and coupled with his tenacity alongside a cold and calculating mind, Elias was slowly regaining the calmness that he had lost after the countless trials he had suffered in this short amount of time.
The laughter of the Void Echo transformed into crazed screams as the severed arms flew through the air and reached the surface of the nearest infinite ocean.
