Chapter 435: Feenie
On his back, he felt greenery. Soft petals of grass. Above him, he saw and felt red. Flaming, hot red that he smelled and tasted and could not move away from.
The red fell. It fell. It fell. It fell. He faded in and out of black.
Ah. He could feel his arms again. Just what...?
"—teardrops are working. That’s—"
His eyes flung open and he flipped to his feet. What stood in front of him was a seven-foot tall phoenix, trails of thick red running down its face. The moment Kazi rose, mana crackling, the phoenix snarled and pointed its beak at him.
"Relax, Feenie."
A dark hand appeared to comfort the bird. Matty alongside Jules who smiled at his awakening. "You’re okay! Thank goodness! We almost thought you died! Are your arms okay?"
Arms. Right. He stared at them, the black fabric usually protecting them torn apart. Flesh was exposed, albeit not black. Crackles of blue lining them, more than veins, almost like volcanic rocks. An overflow of mana that had miraculously healed.
Kazi looked behind him. Only grass stretched out. This was a meadow. This was a farming region. Looking up, he saw Feenie and her (?) teary, fiery head.
"Phoenix tears."
The miracle of a phoenix. Its tears were said to be capable of great healing. Miraculous did not suffice. What should have taken days of focused healing on Kazi’s part took less than an hour for Feenie. Overstraining the soul was healable and highly difficult. A certain Templar described the ability to mend the soul in any capacity as healing glass. Only with tempered, highly-tested and high-skilled heat was it possible and even then, it was a risk that could permanently burn and scar the soul.