Losing An arm

Kal expression instantly changed to a largely pissed-off one, as he finally realized what the burning spin he felt in his shoulder meant.

Losing his arm wasn't a big deal and he felt that as long as he drank enough blood, he would be able to regrow it, only to find out that because of Locan's actions he would never be able to.

Still deeply angered in his heart, but with a mildly calm expression on his face, Kal slowly walked forward coming to a stop right in front of Locan, gripping Locan's sword in his hand.

"Don't worry, I'm sure…" Locan began talking, but even before he was halfway done, Kal moved his hand, slashing his head cleanly off his neck in one big movement, watching him plop heavily the ground as his blood littered the floor.

The silence in the room was palpable. Geran would have made one of his many jokes, but he knew that the atmosphere wasn't right for it, especially since the king just died, and the new king, was truly going to be a one-armed one.

Geran could only sigh