Chapter 65: Aftermath
Beasts tended to heal fast. Between drinking half the healing potion and consuming a fresh Yellow core, Micky was alright by morning. Percy on the other hand… Not so much.
‘I suppose I’m in better shape than the other guy…’ he consoled himself, looking at the half-eaten corpse of his enemy.
At least, he wasn’t dead or in chains. Percy had never been more grateful for the desolation on the lower levels than he was in that moment. His wounds had stopped bleeding too, so he wasn’t in any immediate danger.
Gritting his teeth, he grabbed against the tree to stand up, before walking to the nearest stone javelin. He only activated Circulation with his weaker core, as he wasn’t in the mood to start tearing his soul again. His channels still burned, but he needed the extra boost to crush the constructs to dust. And there were plenty of them.
‘Micky, you must eat the rest of the body. Do whatever you have to, but it needs to be gone by the afternoon.’
CAW
The crow wasn’t pleased, as the remains were already devoid of mana. But it accepted the assignment without complaint.
Percy stomped the first spear to powder, before moving to the next one. There were hundreds in the area where they had fought, plus he’d have to retrace the guy’s steps from when he was chasing Micky. The bastard had paced himself well, launching the projectiles about as fast as he recovered his mana. Even without Circulation, he’d unleashed a lot of attacks without tapping out.
It was already dark again by the time Percy was done. He’d destroyed most of the evidence of the battle and Micky had eaten the last traces of the corpse. They’d even looked for any lingering bloodstains, burying them underground. If somebody passed through the area in the next couple of days, the freshly dug dirt might look suspicious, but they couldn’t do much about that, other than letting time take care of it.