"You bastard! I'll—ack!"
Austin hadn't even finished his sentence when the Orc King, who was gripping his neck, tightened his hold slightly, leaving him unable to breathe or speak any further.
"Huh! Trash," Garek sneered, his gaze once again fixated on Austin's arm.
That arm seemed to be formed from a kind of purple energy, encased on the outside by many tiny metal fragments fused together into a metallic gauntlet.
Garek laughed and said, "What a pity! Orc King, cut off his arm for me."
"Yes, my master!" the Orc King nodded in reply. He then grabbed Austin's arm and began to pull hard.
"AGH!!!" Austin felt as if his arm was about to be ripped off, the pain sending searing signals through his brain as he screamed in agony.
Suddenly, a flash of light shot out, piercing through space, and struck toward Garek.
Whong!
A sound like a bell 🔔 rang out, accompanied by a suffocating sense of impending death that overwhelmed Garek's entire mind, making him recoil in shock.
