บท 54: Detained

A macabre dance of horror and fascination gripped my senses as I beheld the severed arm convulsing, blood spurting out in a grotesque rhythm. 

"Huh?" That's not my arm, is it?

My mind struggled to process the surreal spectacle, a numbness settling over me as if reality had been stretched thin, threatening to tear apart.

Nord, once prone on the table, rose with a regal poise that sent shivers down my spine. 

"..."

His foot touched the floor with a grace befitting a monarch, his posture exuding an air of sovereignty that chilled me to the core. 

At that moment, realization struck like a bolt of lightning – my arm, an essential part of me, had been sent hurtling through the air, severed from my body in the blink of an eye.

Golden irises, radiant and luminous, unfurled from beneath Nord's eyelids, their brilliance captivating me in a trance. 

They're shining even more right now… Even though his pupils are shaped correctly now.