The stitching was almost complete. He watched passively as his familiar prepared to sew the last of the monster’s flesh to the stump that had been his left hand.
The small homunculus, which had started out as a cat, was unusually adroit. He’d grafted a pair of monkey arms to the beast’s shoulders and used his sorcerous knowledge to enhance their dexterity even further.
Now that it could assist him in the more delicate portions of his work, it made life much easier and he had finally been able to upgrade his own hands so as to be more suitable.