Chapter 110: Devourer
The crow remained silent, staring at the young man as if he had lost his mind.
“Please buddy… Can you do this for me?”
Micky looked back and forth between Percy and the carcass a few times, seemingly pondering the request. Eventually, he begrudgingly hopped towards the bug, resigned to his fate. Pushing a mandible open with his talon, he crouched inside the gaping maw, disappearing into the dead knight’s horrid throat.
Letting his familiar do his thing, the young man turned to Nesha again, watching her with bated breath. Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long. Soon, a flood of soul mana gushed through the connection, filling up his frame. It was a lot. Too much, even.
Without missing a beat, he poured everything into the girl, until she couldn’t handle another drop. Both his and her wounds greedily drank the tonic as fast as they could, though more kept rushing in, forcing him to spill it out of his pores. It was a waste, but he couldn’t help it. The two remained like that for several minutes, their frames saturated with mana, slowly but steadily patching them up.
“Please work…” he whispered, not knowing if anyone could hear him.
Well, Nesha seemed to. Her eyelids twitched, before she finally opened her eyes weakly. Regaining their lustre, her pupils darted around a little, before locking onto Percy. She blinked a few times, and then spoke.
“Have you seen my glasses?”
The young man was taken aback by the question. Instinctively, he shook his head. While the sturdy amulet had survived the violent fight, he doubted the glasses would be equally lucky. They hadn’t packed any spares either.