Frostbound

Gabriel

"Is he getting better?" His mother asked.

His cousin, Ashley, could only shake her head, "I honestly don't know. This is so far beyond regular medicine that I would be guessing. What I can say is it does seem to be doing something."

Gabriel once again cursed his inadequacies. If he had a stronger Law, then maybe his brother would wake up faster. If he knew better Healing enchantments. If he had stronger Ice mana.

Everything that he could have that would make this situation better popped into his mind and he cursed himself for not having it. He didn't even have a single healing skill.

Sure, he would still be limited by how much healing the body could take but maybe his would be more effective. If he had one that mixed healing and ice perhaps it would work that much better.

There was nothing he could do to change it. Even the new assortment of Class Skills to choose from didn't have anything that would help, and he had looked. His level, much like everyone else's, had shot up after the battle and he was able to pick up a new Class Skill.

None of those offered would help and he had shunted the notification to the side angrily. He didn't have time to deal with that.

He also didn't wish to make an important decision about his skills while running on so little sleep and filled with tension either.

The enchantment he had formed into the Ice couldn't power itself and required him to pour mana into it continuously to continue working. The Rune naturally absorbed any mana that came into contact with its lines, but that small amount was far from enough to power it.

In addition, he continued to supply his Ice mana and Law to keep it as cold as he could.

No one was sure how much of an effect it was having, but even if it was minuscule, he would pour everything he had for days if it meant the difference between life and death.