Chapter 6: Forgotten Pasts
I poured every ounce of Neba I had into the ship, my hands glowing brighter as the ship's damaged structure slowly repaired itself. The groans of the wood strengthening under my touch mixed with the distant screams of the creatures outside.
*Why isn't ship healing properly? Don't tell me... they are trying to damage the ship and get in...
"sh*t i need to channel more Neba!"
Ezra and Liam had left the cabin to protect Nely and me, their shouts echoing over the clash of battle. I didn't need to look to know they were fighting relentlessly.
But my body was reaching its limit. Blood trickled from my nose and blurred my vision as I felt a sharp pain shoot through my head.
"Agh!" I winced, the effort forcing bloody tears from my eyes.
"Dune!" Nely called out, her voice sharp with worry. "You're overdoing it! Don't waste all your Neba like that!"
"I know... I know!" I groaned, barely able to speak. "But if the ship sinks, we're dead anyway! I have to keep going, even if it—"
I cut myself off and ignored her protests, focusing everything I had on keeping the ship intact. My vision wavered, my breath coming in ragged gasps as the last bits of damage sealed themselves.
Finally, after what seemed like hours the cabin was fully restored. The ship steadied, the sounds of creaking wood fading into silence. My head dropped as exhaustion hit me like a tidal wave. I glanced at the timer, blinking weakly at the display: [17:37]
Fifteen minutes. I had bought us over fifteen minutes.