William stared at his missing hands, trying his best to flex and relax his muscles as if his fingers were still there. It was so strange to look at them like this—scary, unsettling, filling him with despair. It was almost hilarious how people took such important things for granted—like having hands, or legs, or being alive.
He had always been healthy and strong, so he rarely had to worry about his body—unless he was hurt during a mission but so far he had had the luck to come out of any bad situations with all of his limbs attached and there had always been people to heal him.
Until now.
Closing his eyes, William leaned his forehead on his knees, letting his arms fall by his sides. How was he going to fight now? He could imagine the runes in his head and do some spells, but when it cam
