Chapter 1342 Still Stylish
While Cara didn't want to risk the Chaos Plane pulling a lethal prank on her when she arrived, she also didn't want to waste too much time sitting around waiting to heal naturally.
Matilda could surely repair her body, and she had things to do.
So, as soon as minor movements no longer tore stitches or started any new bleeding, she moved herself out of her space to the Chaos Plane to go see her friend.
[Congratulations on Legendary Status.] She greeted the bemused Chaos Dragon.
[You taste tested a Demigod. How was it? Worth the pain?] Matilda asked.
[Yet to be determined. But can you patch me up? Even the Chaos Beast constitution and my home space don't want to heal these injuries.] Cara complained.
[You were cut by Divine Claws, with the Fundamental Rule of Order imbued into both the attack and the claw itself. I can heal the worst of the damage, but it's not going to be perfect.] Matilda agreed.
[What do you mean, 'not perfect?']
Matilda gave the irate badger an indulgent look. [What I mean is that you don't get to escape causing that level of chaos unscathed. You're going to have scars when I remove the effects of the Fundamental Rule from your body. The damage is already done, and inflicted by divine energy, which not even I can fully nullify.]
[Will I at least look cool?]
That made the dragon laugh. A real, honest laugh.
[Indeed. I have looked into the future, and you will look cool even with scars.]
That was good enough for Cara, and she nodded for Matilda to begin the work of healing her lingering injuries.
The scars were going to be inevitable, she decided.
If she had Matilda heal her, it would scar. But if she didn't have the dragon clear the Fundamental Rule of Order, it would only take longer to heal, and then still
scar.
The process of extracting the excess energy was excruciating, but here in the Chaos Plane, she had the advantage, in that she could immediately alter her surroundings to soothe the raw wounds.
How long it took, Cara couldn't say.
Time was an ethereal thing here, but mostly she was so focused on the healing process and trying to upgrade her own healing skills that she completely lost track of her surroundings.
For the first time, she had advanced but didn't get a skill that was a Rank above her own. That was an annoyance that she was intending to rectify as soon as possible.
Hopefully, with the Chaos Beast Constitution.
If she could upgrade that to Immortal Rank, she might be able to adapt to the lingering power in her body more efficiently, instead of suffering from it.
Finally, the process was over, and Cara grabbed an ornate mirror from her loot mountain to examine herself.
There were long scars down her left side, and the back of her black leathery wing had a tattered notch in it. But her paw smoothed the fur over most of those marks with ease. The real damage was to her face.
Her muzzle had a long scar that started just behind her mouth and ran up over her left eye, clipping her ear.
[Ironic really. An ear for an ear.] Matilda joked.
Not that the badger's ears actually extended far from her head, but the left one was definitely scarred.
[Not bad, I kind of look like a gangster now.] Cara noted.
[You've always been a hoodlum.] Matilda replied casually, already returning her focus to the proper preparation of deep-fried Supreme Ranked Cephalopod.
The energy of her defeated foe was an incredible boost to her life force, helping stabilize her advancement. But there was still something that she could share with Cara.
The recipe.
Cara had a mostly complete Immortal Octopus in her collection, and it was of the same species, so the flavour should be very close to the same, despite the difference in Rank.
Now, that was a wonderful idea, Cara decided. She would get started on it as soon as she got back. With Hawk's assistance, they would have no problem frying the octopus, and they might even get a bit of benefit from it, other than a good meal.
Karl noticed that Cara was back, but she was already making plans for dinner with Hawk. Her bandages were gone, and while she was still limping a little, she looked much better than she had been.
A childish voice distracted Karl from watching Hawk and Cara prepare the fried
octopus.
"It's about time that you arrived. Now, where were we? Right, we have things to do. Grab your badger." The annoyed girlish voice demanded.
For a moment, Karl didn't recognize it. But when he turned, he recognized Bishop Misty, the Time Dragon, immediately.
Only, this time she was an Immortal.
"How does that work anyhow?" He asked, voicing his thoughts before he could
stop himself.
"A Time Dragon is exactly as powerful as they need to be at the moment they need their power. Now, are you going to make me wait until after dinner so we
can go?" She asked.
"That depends on how long we're going to be gone."
Misty frowned. "That's an interesting question. Do you mean in relative or
absolute terms?"
Karl laughed. "I will take that as 'long enough to get hungry. Give me five minutes and Cara will have a snack ready. Do I need to gather everyone else?"
Misty shook her head, then waved at Dana.
"Nope, this time, it's just the three of us. Everyone else can wait here, and when we are done with the things, we will come right back.
Well, they'll hardly even notice that we left. But that's not the point. I've been waiting ages for this moment, and now we need to go take care of business." "You actually enjoy being mysterious, don't you?" Karl asked.
"Oh, totally. It's one of the best parts of my job. I mean, even if I told you, it probably wouldn't make sense, so there's no need to tell you at all, other than to help you prepare for the dramatic parts of the show." She agreed.
"Have you met my friend Opal? I think that the two of you would get along stunningly."