Kenjirou stood tall, breath steady—until the attendants moved in.
With practiced precision, they removed the upper part of his clothing, revealing the scarred stump where his left arm used to be. The cold air brushed against his skin, but he didn't flinch. His eyes remained locked on Zephyra.
She stepped forward, holding the artificial arm in both hands.
Without a word, Zephyra placed the limb against his shoulder. A sharp chant escaped her lips, and in an instant—
A blinding surge of power erupted.
"AAARRGGHHH!!"
Kenjirou's body jerked violently. Magic threads stabbed into his nerves, binding the arm to his soul. The pain was unbearable—searing heat and icy needles all at once.
Zephyra only smiled, calm and unbothered by his screams.
"Endure it, my Kenjirou," she whispered, her voice like velvet mixed with thorns.
"If you want your power… if you truly want your revenge…"