Theo's body felt unbearably heavy.

Pain so excruciating coursed through him that even the mere act of opening his eyes seemed insurmountable.

"Am I… still alive?"

Theo struggled to lift himself, only for his body to give out, collapsing back to the ground. Turning his gaze to his right side, he was met with a horrifying sight.

His right arm had been severed completely at the shoulder, the gory wound still oozing blood.

The relentless bleeding left his head clouded, his vision blurred, and his body devoid of strength.

Yet somehow, Theo forced himself to rise again.

For what purpose?