Fox Tale Of A Dungeon Boss 9 Chapter 9: Ignoring Death Again

So I jogged over to it and lay the Cat-girl down, then gathered my energies. I could feel that despite my efforts, she was still very weak, and the flow of the energies of magic I could sometimes see flickering in-and-out in her head didn't look right.

It seemed like it was getting split somewhere and colliding with itself, and was getting weaker in her head.

I was beginning to feel some pressure from this, as I'm not exactly capable of just zapping a torn muscle back together, much less a f.u.c.king brain, the most complex organic ent.i.ty in existence.

At this point my overblown Mana Regen from my t.i.tle "Favorite of The Source" had refilled my mana to 100.

Y'know, if I could Regenerate mana while spell casting I'd be able to infinitely heal, but it didn't appear like that was physically possible for me. It seemed that they were opposite processes.

So I was reaching the point of "all or nothing" with her life it was beginning to feel like. I was breathing a bit heavy and couldn't quite focus as the unasked for weight of someone's life was beginning to really settle on my shoulders.

'Stop it! You have no time to panic, she's dying! You either heal her, or you f.u.c.king leave her here!'

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I reprimanded myself in my head, and then put my hands on two different positions on her head, one on the back, cradling it, the other on her forehead, like I was checking her temperature.

As I focused in, my heartbeat began to pulse in my ears. The world felt t.i.tled, unsteady.

"Thump-thu-thump. Thump-thu-thump."

Suddenly, the lines of magic cake into focus. I could feel something... I can only describe it as tightening in my eyes. It almost felt like some muscle in my eye was somehow being flexed.

The cords gathered in her head came into sight, as well as the lines in my own hand.

Suddenly I lost all focus as I gasped at my own body, leaning back to look down at more of me.

Most things had flesh that shone blue when I looked into magic, and the neko was no exception. Her magic cake through as an aqua green, and the trees which hadn't evolved had a clear white.

However... my flesh shone a dark red, like a red-black miasma made up my muscles and bones. Meanwhile, threaded through this red-black fog were pristine, bright and s.h.i.+ning golden threads, with glimmering cores of white-silver. The beautifully s.h.i.+ning threads wound throughout the foreboding body created a sight of contradictions, yet also seemed almost in balance, as if it was as it was meant to be.

But while that confused me, it was something else altogether that scared me.

Parts of me shone grey, as if leeched of all color. The magic threaded there was faint white, as if the gold had been worn away, and those areas had an aura of something unnatural, that didn't belong.

I knew parts of me where fabricated by the dungeon to hold me together, and that it couldn't last, but I'd been trying to ignore it.

Now however, my decay was in clear sight, as I could see that the colored parts of me made up about 70%, while the rest was grey.

Not to mention, I could actually see that the magic pa.s.sing from one part to another was splitting off and sinking into the border between them.

For some reason, the slowly acc.u.mulating energies in the borders between the mismatched parts gave the me the unmistakable feeling of death, as if they were a bomb read to go off.

I think I took about 29 seconds before I finally cast that aside and refocused on the problem I could solve, the girl before me.

I gathered the energies in me, ignoring the fear of what I'd seen, and focused on her head, at where the energies split and slammed into one another, and I simultaneously cast 2 Healing Lights, one on each hand to target those two spots.

I sank 50 Mana into each spell, emptying my total in order to try and throw it all in.

It lasted for a minute, and after it ended with no energy supporting them, they faded away as I looked again.

The 2nd stream of energy had grown smaller, and more was in the first stream as compared to earlier. Where the 2 streams met, the first was beginning to flow past the 2nd as it stopped less, and the thinned trickle kept going on its route.

But the 2nd stream was still there, and as the energies began to conflict again, damage would acc.u.mulate again.