The fire remained on the severed limb, consuming the rings still on it, while the rest of the arm was free of that flame.
The silence that followed was abrupt.
Bernard remained motionless a second, with the stump still raised, as if his body hadn't processed what happened. Then, the pain arrived suddenly.
"AAAAAAAAH!"
His voice filled the room while backing up, staggering, but the blood didn't gush out.
The dagger had a curse that caused necrosis in tissues.
The flesh began to blacken and then stopped. The wound had been cauterized and the danger had been controlled.
Though at the cost of Bernard's hand.
Still the nerve tissue had died, making the pain eventually disappear.
But that didn't calm Bernard's anger.
His eyes fixed on Katerina.
"And what the hell is wrong with you?" he growled, with voice charged with rage and bewilderment.
