He awoke to find himself in a well-furnished room with a man or rather, a Beastman, seated in a corner.
"You are awake," Alejandro remarked as he leaned forward in his chair, his gaze trained on Alex's resting figure.
"What happened?" Alex inquired, quickly noting the hoarseness in his tone.
"You tell me. What did you do?"
Alex pursed his lips before attempting to sit upright only to fall on his right side causing him to realize that where his right hand once persisted was now empty.
"That bad, huh…" Alex muttered softly, thankful that he hadn't experienced the pain of it getting cut.
Alejandro remarked. "Most of your arm turned to stone and if I hadn't cut it off, it would have continued to spread. It was the only way to save your life."
"Thank you and don't worry, it should be fine."
"So mind telling me what exactly you did that caused you to nearly become a statue?"
"Didn't you see it?"
