The hybrid wolf sat on the ground, his expression one of mild confusion. He felt no pain, no sensation of loss. But the concern in Jennifer's and Erika's eyes, the warmth in their touch, filled him with a strange, unfamiliar feeling.
'I should have regenerated my arm by now... What is happening?' Reaper thought, his brow furrowed in mild confusion. He tried to link to his lord, but couldn't. A chilling sense of isolation began to grip him.
A sense of unease crept into his usually calm demeanor. The absence of pain was a strange comfort, but the lack of regeneration, and the inability to link with the Lord, was deeply unsettling.
The Blades, their faces etched with concern, exchanged a silent glance before turning to Eris, who had come to a halt before them.
Jennifer and Erika, still kneeling beside Reaper, their eyes filled with worry, turned their heads towards Eris.
