Chapter 890:

“This blade is dull,” he said conversationally, examining the edge.

“Bring me the dagger.”

A guard handed it to him from the instrument wall, the polished steel gleaming behind them.

Daemonikai discarded the machete with a soft sound and continued with the dagger, cutting deeply through muscles and tendons, never losing the rhythm of his whistle.

“Please! Ahhhhhh!” Zaiper howled. An animalistic sound, born from unbearable pain. Daemonikai cut cleanly until the leg was completely severed. He lifted it, holding it high as if it were a precious relic.

“I hope you don’t mind if I keep this,” he said indifferently, inspecting the amputated limb. “It’s a clean cut. Unfortunately for you, it won’t regenerate since I’ve taken the entire extremity. You’ll have to forgive me. I got carried away.”

won’t let you die. What’s a leg, really? You can do without

his breathing shallow, his eyes glazed

tilted his head. “Didn’t you hear that?” He

suppose I’ll make the

of Zaiper’s face

on his sleeve. “We can’t let him bleed out.

croaked, his voice

softly. “Now, why would I

pressed the cloth against the stump, sealing it tightly. Zaiper writhed, screaming again, but the restraints held

ferals waiting, and they’re not exactly patient,” Daemonikai

a new journey

do. It’s

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