Thor lowered his head and looked at his right shoulder. A warm glow covered the wound, which wasn't bleeding—though he wouldn't have bled easily anyway.
It didn't hurt, either. He just felt that his center of gravity had shifted, and moving felt different from before.
Losing an arm wasn't really a serious injury for Thor. If he wanted to, he could even restore it in an instant.
But he still couldn't calm down.
Fortunately, Flim had taken his right arm. If he'd taken the left, the Wind Eye Anchor Point and White Bone Monster fragment hidden in the fingertips of Thor's left hand would have been taken, too.
As for the right arm, it mainly held the Corruption Sources Thor had collected over the years. They were important, but at least they weren't as sensitive as the Anchor Point.
Thor raised his left hand and covered the stump of his right arm. The warm glow slowly faded, but his right arm didn't grow back.
He lowered his hand. A new layer of skin had already covered the wound.
Since he couldn't replenish his Magic Power here, Thor simply gave up on healing himself.
He adopted the calm attitude of someone thinking, If you're going to bully me, I'll leave the evidence of it right here.
Let everyone see how the Judgment Court treated its guests.
When Lia turned the corner of the corridor again and saw Thor, she realized that the Wizard before her was missing an arm.
Lia was shocked. Her eyes reddened in an instant, and she hurried over to Thor.
"Lord Thor, your arm—what happened?"
Thor turned his head and said expressionlessly, "Your Court Master Flim borrowed it. I doubt he'll return it."
Then he turned back to his Experiment Table and studied the few scattered fragments