Lucius smirked as he reached into his spatial ring and pulled out a knife. He placed it on the table and slid it toward Bryson. "Be my guest."
Bryson's eyes flicked between the knife and Lucius as he reached for the knife. Every gaze was now fixed on the leader of the Red Dragon Order.
Grasping the knife firmly, Bryson lifted it and stared at his own hand. Without hesitation, he gritted his teeth as he raised the knife and brought it down in one swift motion.
A sickening sound was heard as the knife severed his hand. The severed limb fell into the bucket and blood began to spurt from the stump, splattering the bucket.
Bryson's face went pale because of the amount of blood being drained from him as it poured into the bucket, pooling around the severed hand.
The pill within the bucket began to absorb the blood and flesh and soon turned into a black pill.
