A crisp sound of snapping bones echoed across the parade grounds. Moli's fingers were bent at a ninety-degree angle, the broken bones piercing right through his flesh and exposed to the open air.
Because fingers are linked to the heart, such excruciating agony wrung a miserable scream from Moli's lips. He stumbled backward uncontrollably, his face completely distorted by the pain.
Hiss!
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