The moment the bony claws made contact with his forearm, Arthur's eyes widened in shock.
'This…!'
He felt dread covering every fiber of His being as He hurriedly used His free hand and performed a handchop on His other arm.
Woosh—!
'What…?'
Seeing his teacher decisively cut his own arm without a change of expression, Zen inwardly felt stupefied.
Despite his emotionless appearance, his mind was in chaos. 'Why did he cut off his own hand? Is my attack that strong—'
Just as he was beginning to consider the reasons behind his teacher's actions, something happened.
Arthur's arm, which He had chopped just a moment earlier, suddenly trembled.
Under the teacher's and apprentice's eyes, it looked as if countless worms were crawling under its skin.
It also began to "bubble'--- as if the very blood of the arm rose in temperature, alongside the fact that the nerves and blood vessels on it darkened.
