Ch. 8 - The Skilled Priest
The next day, I woke early.
Zoë was still sleeping soundly. I lifted the thin blanket to check her body and froze.
New skin had already formed where the scabs had been.
The healing power of demi-humans is…
Truly superhuman.
Their healing exceeded my abilities as a human. Naturally, their vitality must scale accordingly. No wonder Abby and Oni-girl kept such a close eye on me.
Dietrich Becker, as a human, was weak and easy to kill.
The fireplace offered nothing but the faint glow of smoldering embers. My clothes were still damp and unbearably stiff, but I endured it and dressed anyway.
We needed money. Food. Shelter. Spare clothing.
Everything.
I yawned, sitting cross-legged on the cold floor.
That which is one divides into many.
I closed my eyes and began to meditate, praying to Mother Asclepia for her guidance. To become a full priest, one had to endure endless prayers and ceaseless training in the divine arts.