Chapter 123: Aftermath
Lux’s eyes sharpened.
"Shit... better go check."
Dragging his tired frame forward, Lux trudged across the ruined terrain. The twenty-minute walk felt like a marathon, his legs barely holding him up, sweat clinging to his back, breath shallow. But he didn’t stop. Not until he crested the final hill and saw the aftermath of a war.
The land was devastated—trees splintered, the ground upturned, ash floating in the air like snow.
And there—at the heart of it—was Elreth.
She lay collapsed amidst the debris, her crimson hair matted with blood and soot, her body broken and battered. One arm was gone—torn clean off. Her armor was shattered, her once-proud spear lying snapped beside her.
Lux’s eyes widened, alarm flooding his chest.
"Hah! Better hurry!"
He rushed toward her, all thoughts of rest forgotten. Dropping to his knees at her side, he didn’t hesitate. He poured what little prana he had left into her body, weaving the intricate runes of a powerful healing spell. His hands glowed with brilliant white light as warmth flowed from his fingertips into her wounds.
Her flesh knit itself together.
Fractured bones aligned.
Her missing arm began to reform—sinew, muscle, skin all regenerating under the radiance of his spell.