Three Spheres

Chapter 37 - Half

Everyone who agrees to join the Ecclesia is aware of the dangers of the work. However, a quiet life in a peaceful city has softened the hearts of the District members. Furthermore, those who entered by the Priesthood had little experience in battle...

Inside the fort, the allies rest at the same time as they writhe in pain. Edgard is passed out, with bandages covering most all of his face. Melissa, sitting on the floor, holds a compress firmly against her broken ribs. Mooya energizes his hands, which emit a white light, and tries to close a huge wound on the back of the white wolf. His breathing is erratic and his pulse is weak. Dreyfus, from across the room, groans softly, as Gamila tightens the bandages on his fractured legs. His jaw is immobilized with a bandage and the skin on his cheeks shows that it was almost torn off. Yago, stretched out on the sofa, in his human form, holds an ice bag over the huge bruises that cover his entire body. He can barely open his eyes. On his chest, a small bat, with one wing partially ripped, rests sadly (╯︵╰,)

Gatsumiya, with her clothes dirty with the blood of her colleagues, leaves to seek a doctor. Vanessa corrodes with guilt as she piles up the enemy bodies, which slowly melt. From inside the forest, she sees Manan arriving, accompanied by Amadeo and Johan. The three run across the field, towards the base, without exchanging words.

Amadeo advances before the others and enters. The eyes of everyone who's still conscious are directed towards him. Turning to Mooya, he asks, rolling up his sleeves:

_ What can I do?

_ We already took care of most of them, but Phil... _ He shows the wound resistant to healing.

Amadeo kneels in front of the Werewolf and touches, with his fingertips, specific points around the injury. Gradually, he raises his hands, creating threads. With delicate movements, he seems to sew in the air. A weft forms over the wound, which finally stops bleeding. Amadeo suddenly gets up and goes behind the counter. He takes out a leather briefcase and rips off its cover. The silence persists. He rubs the material between his hands, making it more flexible, and rests it on Phil. Gradually, the material penetrates the Fabulare's own tissue, healing the lesion. Mooya checks vital signs and...

_ He's stable. _ He sighs _ Thanks Goddesses... You're quite a healer, Alscher.

_ "A Veneficus among the Paragons", as they say. Who else needs help?

He gets up, but Johan holds him by the shoulder. Seriously, he says:

_ Enough. _ Amadeo tries to interrupt, but he continues _ The woman said that more than 200 creatures would come, didn't she? _ He looks at Gamila who agrees _ There aren't even 100 bodies out there.

_ He's right, Amadeo. _ Gamila gets up, revealing her arm full of teeth marks _ Even if you heal everyone, the exhaustion continues. We'll need your energy later.

Amadeo shows a bitter expression. He agrees with the others, but the feeling of uselessness is terrible. "If we had arrived sooner... If I hadn't forgotten the link, we...", he thinks, approaching Gamila. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he touches the wounds on the woman's arm and murmurs. She feels the painful burning of the healing spread. He says:

_ We'll need you too.

Several minutes pass before Gatsumiya returns, accompanied by a doctor and two nurses. They bring suitcases full of bottles and equipment. Everyone gets a dose of painkiller. One by one, the broken bones are reconstituted, the deep cuts are sutured and the bruises are drained. Vampires receive a blood infusion, prepared with nutrients that accelerates the recovery. The doctor recommends rest to everyone. Amadeo says, in a low tone, without looking at Johan: