Chapter 51: Lone temple(5)
When Cades finally woke up he felt a burning pain in the region where his mana organ was supposed to be, as if it had been cooled in ice for a month and then put onto a volcano for another month, yet he didn't feel any of the silver metal in his body.
At first he just looked around, still partially entranced, seeing that the crude paintings had transformed back into their previous selves, only that the eyes of the golden figures were now burning in a violet light that shone onto Cades as if he was a actor standing in the limelight of a theatre.
Then, after a short while where he didn't even react to the pain because of said entrancement he became aware of it and a panicked scream escaped from his lips, a scream that surrounded for a thousand feet in the void, because of the sheer inhumane silence that laid on this space as if it as a veil that formed over an unimaginable amount of time.
After the first waves of pain shot through his body he began panicking as he realized what had just happened, touching his body in panic, in fear that it had been ripped apart by the tendrils, but shortly after he once more realized that nothing happened to it.
Then he slowly began seeing that many new holes had appeared, in everything he wore, even some less fortunate places, lets just say that the silver metal didn't care where what was.
In some ways the metal armor he wore on his upper chest, the one he had taken from the dead adventurer lying near the den of the demon of the skies had now completely fallen apart, it wouldn't pay itself off for him if he kept it, there was no protection that it could give him anymore.
So much so that it fell off of his body without him realizing it.
The shoes were also useless, well.. they were already completely useless before because of the sharp grass that had ripped it apart, like thousands of small, sharp knives, it had taken him a few hours to regenerate his feet back then, they had looked horrible, luckily the bone hadn't been damaged so he was able to heal it, it just took some time.
Cades didn't know if he would be able to regenerate his bones, they had been crushed, ripped apart, partially missing, but never completely gone, they always remained in some ways.
After the first waves of panic had subsided, resulting with him grabbing his head and hyperventilating in pure dread of what this could all mean, he started to think a bit and began realizing that it definitely wasn't anything bad, he felt stronger, a bit more alive, as if the metal had a calming effect.
And then Cades finally looked around, not in a trance anymore and noticed two things.
Firstly, there was a sharp, silver sword that had cut him during his panic, luckily it wasn't deep, and the wound had already began healing, albeit at an unusually slow pace, as if there was a resituating poison on there that stopped the wound from stopping to bleed, but it still closed after some time, with his power being too great for a measly cut.