Ozul looked on with worry as Darcia imbued her Mana in the cannon and the runes etched on the gold plating began to shine in blinding white light.
Even from meters away, he noticed a small strand of his Scent leaving through the end of his severed arm. At this point, he felt as if there was nothing he could do except wait for the result.
'Tsk! No! I have to do something...' Ozul clicked his tongue. It was no time to give up. No matter the result, he will have to do something to get his arm back. It won't just fly to him without doing anything.
A few drops of the Ball of Purity separated themselves from the shield and without anyone noticing, Ozul snuck them behind Darcia.
Under the skeptical gaze of the Sovereign, the strand of Ozul's Scent was immediately sucked in the cannon.
Bzzz!
The cannon suddenly started to vibrate!
