"Ah, shit! My hand—it's destroyed, burned to the bone! I need to find a healer mage, fast—someone who can treat this monstrous wound! Damn Mavros! Nothing in his plan ever goes right!"
Cassius howled in temper as he struggled through his mission to retrieve the Vestal Sacred Artefact, only for everything to collapse when the Infernal Compass suddenly exploded in his grip.
He hadn't expected the infernal burns to have such horrifying side effects—it was as if a poison, gnawing away at the remaining healthy flesh.
The only way to survive Infernal exposure was to sever the limb entirely. The unbearable, searing agony threatened to crush his sanity. "How dare he do this to me!"
It wasn't just a severe burn, nearly consuming his entire hand—it had obliterated his palm completely. Cassius cursed viciously, hurling a cup onto the table, watching it shatter into jagged shards.
"Damn it! This hurts like hell!"
