“Anything serious?” Ji-yeong shook her head. “No, you were lucky. Internal organs were out of the path of the current. It’ll regenerate with . . .” She tailed off, eyes widening. “What the hell?” “Oh, right,” I said. “It was like that when I got here.” Ji-yeong stared at my right arm. “What is it?” “A symbiotic imbued item. Don’t worry about it.” “That can’t be a graft. Is that . . . transmuted flesh?” “I said, don’t worry about it.” “If something had eaten my arm and was starting on my shoulder, I’d worry about it.”
