The instant Vorin's corrupted arm tore away from his body and vanished into nothingness, the searing agony that had been tearing through his nervous system abruptly dulled.
The loss of the limb should have driven any normal being into shock, but Vorin was far from normal. His breathing steadied almost unnaturally fast, deep inhalations pulling in mana-laced air as his regeneration stalled at the stump, sealing it in dark residue.
The pain had receded.
The rage had not.
His pupils burned with a vicious glow as his gaze locked back onto Will's position, murderous intent condensing into something thick enough to suffocate the air around them.
"Insect," Vorin snarled, his voice grinding like stone dragged across steel, "just die already."
He flared his mana sense to its maximum output. Unlike earlier, Will could not trick him this time.
Will understood it too; he could clearly see Vorin's gaze able to track his position with his mana sense.
So that was it.
