His body trembled, knees threatening to buckle under him, yet he didn't stop. With veins bulging across his arms and neck, sweat pouring from his brow, and his jaw clenched in pure defiance of the pain, he wrenched at the chains—one shackle after another—until finally, they snapped free.
His hands, however, paid the price.
Addison stared at them in horror—red, raw, blistered, and burned beyond recognition.
"Y-Your hands…" she whispered, a fragile sob escaping her lips. Her voice trembled with heartbreak. The sight tore at her—those strong, once-beautiful hands, now mangled from the silver's backlash. She didn't even know if they would ever heal. Not fully. Not back to the way they were.
"Luna Addison, please…" Gamma Levi whispered, his voice trembling yet firm. "I'd give up my hands a hundred times over if it meant saving you. This is my duty—as your Gamma. It's what I'm meant to do."
