Willem's attack came swiftly, and its speed surprised Jasper.

A blur of movement, a flash of crimson, and suddenly, a chill crept up Jasper's arms. He glanced down, only to find his arm guards cracked, and blood seeped out.

The clang of metal hitting the ground echoed as his spear fell, followed by the crisp sound of his arms hitting the floor.

"What?"

His eyes widened in shock as he gazed upon his severed limbs. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. With a surge of disbelief, he slowly lifted the two severed parts, blood spurting from the wounds, each drop adding to his agony.

"Ah!"

After a moment of silence, Jasper's piercing scream shattered the calm. It echoed hauntingly like a ghostly wail.

Unlike Willem, who possessed immortality and limb-regeneration abilities, Jasper was completely defenseless. With his arms severed, he felt utterly helpless and useless.

Willem's ominous chuckle filled the air. His figure, drenched in blood, resembled a demon emerging from the depth