Now Let's End This

Atlas was sitting in front of a fireplace as the cold seeped into his bone, and the stump of his left arm stung. He cradled it, causing Nuliajuk to question with curious blue eyes, ''How did you lose your arm? It must be hard at your age.''

He looked at the young woman and sighed before speaking, ''A Chaos monster bit down and managed to tear it off; it won't heal due to something it injected into the wound.''

Nuliajuk nodded as she responded, ''Will you try to heal it?''

Atlas shook his head and took out the Void Orbs that let out a beautiful azure glow, ''I have to become an Arch Master before I can use it again. When I can, it will give me a new limb, which I've used but deactivated because I wasn't the correct rank.''

''It does make sense; some artifacts are like that,'' Nuliajuk said while stoking the fire.