Chapter 154: Mend
The soul mana gushed through Percy’s channels like a torrential river, lighting up a silver maelstrom around his sternum. Tears formed and closed throughout his soul, but he didn’t pay them any attention, having long grown used to this version of his boosting art.
Instead, his attention was glued to the hole around his stomach, as it had been over the last couple of weeks. The rush of mana tried to fill the crater like a lake, a lot of it leaking out of the wound, though Percy held it back as best as he could. Instead, he guided it to stick to the surface of the hole as much as possible, cutting down the losses.
In addition, he willed it to act with purpose, boosting his soul’s natural regeneration rather than blindly attempting to patch the wound up. Not only that, but he focused it in interspaced locations, prioritizing the growth of thin tendrils all over the wound, rather than letting the mana act uniformly.
[Congratulations! You have mastered a new spell: Mend – Crude!]
‘Finally.’
He had spent several days making up for his nearly destroyed clone, the crater having already shrunk from the size of a grapefruit to that of a cherry. The latest healing art he had brought back from the mysterious girl – whose name he didn’t quite remember – had clearly done wonders, even in its incomplete state. Yet, it wasn’t until now that the Status deemed his mastery sufficient to list it along with the other spells.
Naturally, Percy was elated his efforts were recognized, but he didn’t let his concentration waver, continuing the arduous process of mending his soul. Doing so was especially critical right now, as Micky had informed him he was about to munch on a Yellow beast, providing him with another potent source of mana.
‘Starting.’ the crow spoke through their bond, sending him the image of a snake lying motionless under his talons.
Sure enough, more mana flooded Percy’s saturated soul a second later, forcing him to let some inside the crater. Like this, a portion would inevitably end up wasted, but he’d still lose less than if he allowed it to spill out randomly from his pores.