"Damn it! So we've accepted a challenge from a madman, haven't we?"James rolled his eyes around the room, his hand still covering his nose.
The room was lit by Jackson's fire, but the darkness remained undiminished.
Inside, the bed had been completely shredded, the floor filthy and scattered with severed, rotting fingers—some with just a bit of decayed flesh clinging to them, some already down to bare bone, and others appearing to have been severed more recently.
It seemed Matthew had bitten off his own fingers, which then grew back thanks to a healing potion. Small body parts like fingertips or ears could be regenerated with the help of the rainbow elixir.
"This kind of thing has to happen quite often," Green squinted as he glanced around the room, then at Jackson, who stood there motionless, looking dazed like a soulless corpse.
"How heartbreaking," Green sighed.
