"Delicious, huh? Like this?"
Gioni glanced up toward the voice, his body jerking as a sharp, searing pain shot through his side. He looked down, his tiny eyes widening in shock. His left hand was gone, severed cleanly at the wrist, lying on the ground a few feet away, still twitching.
He let out a blood-curdling scream, clutching the stump as black ichor poured between his fingers. His face twisted with fury, his voice cracking into a shrill, enraged shriek.
"WHO CUT OFF GIONI'S HAND!? WHO DARES TO HURT GIONI?! GIONI WILL EAT THEM! GIONI WILL EAT THEM WHOLE!"
He spun around, his tiny eyes scanning the area in a wild frenzy before they landed on a figure standing in the distance. The man held a massive, gleaming sword resting casually on his shoulder, its blade radiating a fusion of divine radiance and modern fantasy design. Intricate runes pulsed along the edges, and the hilt was wrapped in a material that shimmered like liquid silver.
