Chapter 111
The two mages stuck in the room couldn't see or hear the furious clash between the two titans, but they were easily able to feel the waves of mana released from the battle. It was obvious that there were two Servants battling it out within the facility, though which Servants it was was unknown to them. The only thing they knew was that they had to escape this place and get to a safe destination immediately.
"Org…"
Looking at the unconscious mage, he shook him a few times, to wake him up. When that failed to work, he became more forceful, roughly shoving his shoulder, but Org still remained slumped on the ground. With not other alternative, and the sudden cessation of energy waves from the Servants, he decided to shock him, with the least amount of electricity he could muster. Not that he could do much more in any case.
Scooting over to Org's bare hand, he placed his right index finger above his palm and focused his Magic Circuits, channeling what energy he still had.
A green spark jumped from the tip of his finger nail, leaping into the air, and then landing on Org's palm, a small wisp of smoke coming out of his index finger at the same time. A jolt ran up Org's arm, his body jumping slightly, and then his eyes shot wide open, the muscles on his face tightening.
"Urgh, krrrr…"
The pain from his legs and back hit him the moment he woke up, his heavy set face grimacing as the veins on his forehead stood out. Clenching his trousers, he pulled himself up and looked down at his legs, frowning at the way they bent, visible through the fabric of his dark pants.
"Your legs broken too, Caules?"
His surprisingly smooth voice, at odds with his rough appearance, questioned him, though it was tinged with a light hint of agony from the pain. Nevertheless, his face didn't show any of it.
"Yeah. I've been trying to heal us as best as I can, but the most I could do was stop the internal bleeding."
He gestured to the backup Primeval Battery he had been using, the coils of emerald electricity still crackling in circles around it, though less active than it had been when Caules had been channeling his mana.
"The signature of roughly two Servants appeared just now, but they disappeared right before I woke you up. At any rate, we need to get out of here before we're found, or hide somewhere safer."
Org brushed off the broken shards of glass off his shirt and cleaned his glasses, restoring the shattered side with a thin film of water.
"So you need me to move the two of us out of here. Alright, I've got it. Let's use the magic circle in the middle."
It was likely the Servants would sense their position once they used it, but he had no choice. Casting the magecraft he needed to perform would take too long otherwise, and in the end they would still be able to sense the mana emitted from the spell, despite the fact that it would be significantly weaker than using the thaumaturgical circle.
Dragging themselves across the floor to the center of the symbols engraved on the floor, the two of them sat with their backs against each other, and once they settled into position, Org began the chant, with Caules harmonizing the flow of mana with him.
"महान महासागर की दृढ़ता से बह रहा है।,
Flowing from the firmament of the great ocean,
कभी सहानुभूति और जीवन शक्ति का उपहार पेश करते हैं
ever present gift of sympathy and vitality
बाइंडिंग रेक्टिट्यूड के साथ हर गैप और हर दोष में रिसना,
seep into every gap and every flaw with binding rectitude,
उन लोगों की प्यास के लिए समर्पण करें जो विनम्रतापूर्वक दया की दया करते हैं
grant succour to the thirst of those who humbly plead for the soothing mercy.
पृथ्वी की विशालता से लेकर अनंत काल तक का एक वृत्त
From heavens to the vastness of earth, a circle of eternity
केवल वही जो असमान है, अनंत दुख में बह सकता है
only that which is unending can flow into the infinite suffering
बढ़ रहा है, मुरझा रहा है, मर रहा है। वाष्पीकरण, संघनक, जमना
Growing, withering, dying. Evaporating, condensing, solidifying.
एक स्पष्ट विमान जो दुनिया के दोषों को उजागर करता है,
A clear plane that exposes the worlds faults,
नश्वर बंधन के दर्पण में प्रतिबिंब
reflections in the mirror of the mortals bonds.
पथ दिव्य, कि उपहार हमारे मांस के लिए दिया जा सकता है।
Divine the path, that the gift may be given unto our flesh."
A ten-count chant, each line bringing the caster closer to the realm of High Thaumaturgy. Self-hypnosis was the one of the most potent tools a magus could wield, and Org was no exception. The mana pooled around them, the lines of the magic circle glowing a soothing green that transitioned between light blue at intervals, painting a picture of water on the ceiling, the rippling effect of seeing the world from underwater. The air became lighter around them, before it suddenly became humid, water droplets gathering on their clothes and skin.
The Magic Crest of Org glowed, his focus on chanting and directing his mana keeping his razor focused as Caules matched his flow, the two of them concentrating hard. As Org neared the end, Caules shifted his hand to place it on the Primeval Battery he had brought with them into the circle, activating it as the chant reached the final line.
*CrSHION*
Tendrils of electricity danced across their body as they both resisted the urge to cry out in pain, struggling to keep their magecraft running smoothly to prevent backfiring as the electricity shocked various parts of their body, running into their clothes and rendering different parts of their body numb. It was in fact a method to stimulate their Od in the pattern they needed it to act in, their Circuits working in harmony. Water suffused the air, and then pooled into orbs in the air, glinting under the uncertain light of the green energy coursing through the Primeval Battery.
Extending tentacles of water that slid into their pant legs, they planted themselves on the bare skin of the two mages. Without so much as a sound, the water slowly seeped in through the pores of their skin, bit by bit, entering their muscles, through the gaps in their muscle fibers, into their blood and settling into the gaps between the shattered pieces of bone scattered across their legs.
Every single gap in their physical structure was filled up by molecules of water, steadily increasing the weight of their legs. In fact, it was somewhat similar to Reinforcement, except it functioned with water instead of mana, though the water was infused with mana as well. Soon the orbs of water floating in the air were completely depleted, having entirely entered the legs of the two magi, and the circle ceased to glow, the glow from the Magic Crests slowly fading as well, though the heat and pain lingered.
Experimentally, Caules tried standing up. He definitely felt more energized, like his body had just had a good rest, but he wasn't sure if they were fully healed. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he was able to stand easily, though he could feel a dull ache throbbing near the middle of his femur and his calf.
"Your healing magecraft really is amazing Org."
"Spare the praises for after we're gone. Let's get moving."
Org's element was water, and he specialized in healing-type magecraft, reaching the rank of Brand during his tenure under El-Melloi. The main reason he was brought along was due to his expertise in healing most physical wounds, as well as some experience in spiritual surgery as well through the innovative use of water to infiltrate the human body and acting on it in an immaterial manner, though it still fell short of a certain priest's ability.
With those few words, they set off, heading for the emergency exit in the room.