Cean's body lay motionless in a pool of blood.
Yet, suddenly, his right arm, sprawled on the ground, twitched slightly.
At first, it looked like a simple post-mortem nerve spasm.
However, the twitching quickly intensified.
The arm jerked violently, and the fingers curled inward, as if attempting to grasp something.
Nepal flinched, her eyes wide open in shock, and hastily took several steps back.
His voice, nearly reduced to a hoarse whisper, burst out:
"Wasn't he supposed to be dead?! Why is he still moving?!"
Noa narrowed his eyes, fixing his gaze on Cean's arm.
After a brief moment of surprise, he raised his left hand without hesitation.
The air between his fingers shimmered, and an invisible wave of force materialized.
The force struck Cean's arm, tearing it from the shoulder joint with a dry, cracking sound.
The severed limb fell to the ground with a heavy splat.
A profound silence enveloped the surroundings.
But what they expected did not happen.
