"That was intense." Nalrond didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the Lich’s antics.
The only thing the Rezar was certain of, was that he needed a long bath to wash away the cold sweat he was drenched into. Even Dawn’s minions were nothing compared to such a powerful undead.
"I get that he changed your name with every phrase, but if you’re Blorgflux, then who was Bongbat supposed to be?" Tista asked.
"Always me. Zolgrish forgets even the names he makes up if they are too long. By the way, excellent work, Nalrond. We’ll split everything 50-10-40, costs included." Lith said.
"I have no money!" The Rezar blurted out realizing the catch.
"I’ll lend you the starting capital and you’ll return it to me with the first profits." Lith shrugged.
Faluel wanted him to befriend the Rezar before asking for information about the Fringes. Yet Lith had no idea how to build a relationship without enduring life and death situations together or business.
Lith chose the latter option because any plan to endanger Nalrond’s life on purpose just to save him could easily backfire.
’You suck with human relationships.’ Solus sighed. ’You didn’t trust Orion until he gave you the cloaking ring and now you try to bind your Light Mastery teacher with money?’
’I do suck and you know it. Cut me some slack. Progress, not perfection.’ Lith replied before Warping the group back to Jambel, where the Sergeant missing his right arm was waiting for them.
’See what I mean? You never bothered asking his name.’ Solus thought.
"How do you feel, Sergeant..." According to Lith’s calculations, the potions the man had ingested would provide him with all the nutrients needed for the procedure.
"Terl Snowfield, sir. Bloated is the best word to describe my condition." The Sergeant burped and quickly apologized for it.
He was at the third potion and the first one had already been fully assimilated. Terl felt as if someone was stuffing him with food non-stop, to the point that he had been forced to take off his armor because of his bulging belly.
"Excellent." A short chant and random gestures conjured a stone chair out of the dust floating in the air.
Lith forced Terl to sit and used an air blade to rip open the Sergeant’s shirt at the shoulder level, leaving everyone flabbergasted.
"You two provide him with the necessary vitality, I’ll do the rest. This is how those like us should work." Lith said, referring to all those capable of using true magic.
He didn’t know if Nalrond actually needed his guidance with healing magic, but Tista surely did. Also, by using assistants, Lith had a plausible explanation for what was about to happen.
After a bit more gibberish and gestures, Lith touched the Sergeant’s forehead with two fingers, activating his tier four healing spell, Bloom.
Terl felt a sudden sting and an itch before the missing parts of his scapula and clavicle popped out of his flesh, reforming the right shoulder. Then, the humerus emerged from the shoulder joint, growing in length and size like a white sprout.
Only once the bone was perfectly formed did Lith make the muscles, nerves, flesh, and circulatory system grow one layer at a time. Thanks to Invigoration, he created a mirror image of the left arm the soldier still had down to the smallest detail.
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