C1008 The Terrified Yan Tong

Yan Tong stared at the severed hand on the ground, frozen for a brief two seconds. He blinked, then glanced down at his wrist...

Isn't this my hand? What in the world is happening?

A buzz echoed in his head as his eyes darted around in shock and confusion.

Could it really be my hand? There's no pain, no blood—am I seeing things?

He stooped to retrieve the severed limb