"Of course you can't heal. An injury inflicted by a God isn't something you can recover from so easily."
Rin's voice echoed inside Damian's mind.
The little fox no longer dared remain outside. It had already retreated back into Damian's consciousness the instant Kaizer descended. If Rin died at the hands of another prince, it would not simply disappear temporarily. It would cease to exist forever. For the first time since Damian met the fox, survival had become its highest priority.
"Alright. One hand will do just fine." Damian slowly raised arm and his fingers flexed calmly as cracking bones echoed from the ruined limb.
"Have you gone crazy?!" Rin shouted.
Damian ignored him. His cold violet eyes never left Kaizer.
