Chapter 52: The Least Expected
Thud- the monk’s hand was severed along with it’s mana vein and had dropped on the ground of ice cold snow, I could only imagine the pain from it, that I am sorry, but it is necessary that I be able to discern whether his body would be able to defend such attacks, all that said, it is amazing, he never ceased to amaze me; his inhumane speed, strength, perseverance, endurance, his use of life force and now that even if his crimson blood flowed from his severed hand, he never batted an eye and continued to pray, “Hurry Calix, heal his hand!” Said Cris, urgency in his voice, even have the monk's hand in his clutch, “I’d heal it even if you don’t tell me to” Thus I drew a magic formation in the meek monk’s hand, who stopped praying and had his eyes narrowed on me, observing my every actio
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