"This is new." Mogar said while watching her prey returning to his original state.
With the last bits of willpower that he had left, the rejuvenated Nalrond managed to cut the mind link with the planet and returned to his body before the creature could resume its attack.
His eyes opened as his mouth coughed out the blood that drowned his lungs in the attempt to speak.
"Don’t talk, use light fusion if you can instead. We need all the help we can get." Quylla said while using tier four healing magic on him.
Nalrond missed almost half of his body, but with three healers focusing on him and without taking more damage from Mogar’s mindscape, he managed to survive long enough for light fusion to make a difference.
It evenly spread among the wounds the spells that his companions used, focusing them where they were needed the most, and sped up his metabolism, allowing the damaged areas to receive a constant flow of nutrients from the potions.
It took the three healers several minutes and all of their mana to keep Nalrond alive despite his several failing organs until his body was capable of working again without external help.
"Something went wrong, but I don’t know what." Nalrond said amid pants. He had not moved a finger, yet he was close to fainting due to exhaustion.
"Don’t talk. You need to rest." Friya said while checking him with a diagnostic spell. Between the wounds and the mana abuse from the healing, Nalrond’s body was on the verge of breaking down.
He nodded, falling asleep as soon as he lost his focus.
While Quylla used Injection again, the others dispelled the magic circles to make sure that the Dewan couldn’t find the Rezar’s secret spot thanks to their heightened senses. They would need it in case Nalrond wanted to contact Mogar again.
"Can’t you teach us Injection?" Friya asked. "You’re the best healer among us. If one of us takes care of the potions, you could fully focus on the healing."
"I wish I could. Faluel forbid me to. I’m sorry." Quylla sighed while using a floating spell to lift their friend off the ground and move him without any bumps.
They Warped out of the cave and to the spot they had entered the Fringe before opening a Steps that would lead them to the Dewan village. Nalrond might need more healing and they were in no condition to help.
Unfortunately for them, the moment the Dewans saw the unconscious Rezar covered in blood, their prejudices against humans kicked in.
"I knew there is no way people like you could befriend one of us. What did you do to him?" Elder Bahn said while shapeshifting and calling for reinforcements.
"We didn’t do anything!" Friya inwardly cursed at fake magic for the umpteenth time as the Dewans quickly surrounded them from every side, wielding enchanted weapons.
’Lith would be able to explain to them what happened while weaving his spells in the case these guys lose it due to the bloodlust of their beast half, whereas I can’t cast a spell without risking to escalate things.’ She thought.
"Nalrond attempted to commune with Mogar and almost died for it. He’s alive only because we helped him." Friya said.
"What need does Mogar have to spill blood?" Yunma, one of the women said. "I think you just tortured him to get what you want, just like you did to get inside the Fringe. That’s what humans do. Forcing others to pay the price for their dreams."
"Then why would we bring him back here instead of getting out of the Fringe?" Quylla said.
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