Chapter 26 — One Arm Holds Up the Heavens, Strength Grows Ever Mightier
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
er cannot bear it. In the years when I still had all my limbs, I could not bear it either — otherwise I would not need to hide in the Ruins... Do you know how my hands and feet were severed?" The Alchemist shook his head. "By a sword wound." The Headman raised his head and said woodenly, "My hands and feet were cut off by a sword. Whoever inherits my art must shoulder my burden. I cannot bear it, and he, as he is now, can bear it even less."