Cardinal Rossi fought through the searing pain coursing through his body as he struggled to rise to his feet. His trembling form slowly steadied, and his right hand instinctively moved to the place where his left arm should have been, clutching the stump of his severed limb.
A brilliant golden light radiated from his palm, casting an ethereal glow upon the chamber as he focused his powers to mend his wound. The light intensified, and Cardinal Rossi gritted his teeth against the agony, his face contorted in sheer determination.
With the wound sealed and the bleeding halted, Cardinal Rossi's gaze shifted to the cursed mummy, a silent sentinel observing his every move. It seemed as if the cursed mummy were assessing whether the Cardinal could still be a formidable ally in the battle to come.