Ubergulden Dietrich arrived on the obsidian beach without his right hand.
The stump ended cleanly at the wrist, the Source energy at the terminus cycling through the slow regenerative process that a Seidr Source performed under catastrophic injury, which was to say it worked, and it worked at the pace of something working against odds that had not been calculated in advance.
Blood, real and warm and crimson-gold, dripped from the stump into the dark sand. He had forgotten blood could do that! His power had been filtering that particular detail for so long the forgetting had been complete.
