My lip twisted into a snarl as I focused the magic: healing warmth rushed into my dead arm like a flood. As that tingling sensation reached the tips of my fingers, my skin was already knitting itself back over the roiling flesh. I watched as the red viscera swelled up over the blackened limb; then, as that charnel sea turned and dripped, as a matrix like crawling cobwebs spread and covered the bloody wound.
Lifting my new appendage, I turned my hand before my face, feeling the joints as I clenched and unclenched my fist. I frowned at the stiffness.
