"AHhhhhhhhhhh!"
I roared..
The scream of pain came tearing out of my lungs so violently that the windows trembled.
It wasn't just pain, rather it was raw, primal agony ripping through nerves that had never known such brutality.
My voice cracked midway, rising into something animalistic, something feral. Veins bulged along my neck, my body convulsing as blood sprayed and splattered across the wooden floor. The sound echoed, bounced, and clawed at the walls as if trying to escape the room itself.
"That's some godly scream of a guy who doesn't know pain, and I absolutely love it," Noel said, licking his lips.
He then moved closer and extended his hand.
A magic circle appeared, and a light flashed. I didn't know what happened, but all my pain disappeared.
I was still staring at my fallen hand like it had personally betrayed me.
Blood pooled slowly beneath it.
The room smelled metallic.
Noel crouched down calmly and picked up my severed hand.
