Chapter 559: Moonfall V
My healing snapped me back to the picture of health, but that was the only thing that looked good about the situation.
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Not now.
It was like the hand of a god had descended and smacked me like a fly, and there’d been so little ‘me’ left that the healing had explosively scattered the remains of my body all over the shuttle, painting the entire inside in gore. It was almost entirely red, but dozens of tiny bone shards stuck up from everywhere, and the occasional rainbow serpent scale shimmered in the light. My old hands were still dangling from the gauntlets, my radius poking out like an accusing finger. Iona blinked, the white of her eyes in comical relief against the rest of her red face, and she spoke urgently. One hand was up and shielding the candle, the protective casing on it entirely broken.
“Elaine? Elaine! Speak to me, what’s wrong, what’s going on?” She was at the edge of her seat, brimming with the primal need to get up and rush over to me, to tend and care for me. Only our drilled discipline kept her in her seat - we needed her skill running to preserve the hull, especially if this was going to happen again.
“I’m alright.” I automatically said as I scanned around, [Luminary Mind] splitting into a number of different thought processes. I slowly replayed the scene in my mind, trying to work out what had happened.
I’d been flying along one moment, then violently jerked away the next. None of my senses had picked up anything, [The World Around Me] didn’t have anything unusual in the picture.
I went cold as the part replaying my injuries and cataloging them started to roll in with the complete damage report. I’d been entirely pasted, from head to toe. My brains were scattered in a 300 degree cone.
I shouldn’t have survived that. This was exactly the type of injury that should’ve done me in entirely. The only thing I could imagine was the complex interplay between my vitality, healing, and biology, combined with ‘only’ getting squashed on one side, not both. I’d been hit by a hammer, not a hammer and anvil. I shivered and unsteadily pushed myself off the wall, letting me slowly float across the shuttle.