Victor finally opened his eyes.
The first thing he noticed was that he was still standing in front of Gram.
The second was that his right hand no longer existed.
The sword's hilt remained pressed against what was left of his palm, but nearly all the flesh from his fingers, hand, and part of his wrist had been destroyed by the energy leaking from the weapon. Bone was exposed in several places, and tiny reddish particles continued dissolving into the air, consumed by the draconic corruption surrounding Gram.
Victor stared at it for a few seconds.
"...Ah."
The pain came immediately afterward, though it was far less relevant than it should have been.
He sighed and simply increased his regeneration.
Blood began flowing backward through his arm. Muscle fibers rebuilt themselves over the bones, tendons reformed, and skin covered everything almost immediately. Within a few seconds, his hand was whole again, still wrapped around the sword's hilt.
