But this was only the beginning.

The steel bars kept coming without end. After more than a dozen strikes, even if Paul was a close‑combat–type ability user, his two arms were still smashed apart—bones shattered, flesh mangled beyond recognition.

What a bloody mess.

Yet, Paul had no time to scream in pain, because even more steel bars were already hurtling toward him.

Both of his forearms were gone—broken and destroyed. How was he supposed to block now?

And worse, huge chunks of stone surro