Blood dripped steadily from the empty sleeve where his wrist should have been. A cloth had been tied around the severed area, but it didn’t seem to be stopping the bleeding.

Last time, his severed limbs had regrown almost instantly. So why wasn’t he healing now?

“What happened to your arm? Don’t tell me…”

Was it me? A wave of horror surged through me, making my body tense. Ezra hurriedly clarified.

“You already took care of the damage you caused. This is from someone else. It’s just one injury after another, so this time, healing is slower.”

“Holy shit. Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

I scrambled to my feet and moved toward Ezra. He furrowed his brows when I grabbed his sleeve.