Fairly, very certain this is the last.
And it's even shorter! Wooooo.
The Adephagos was spreading across the world, its distortion shifting eerily against the night sky. Lowell's brief submission in ocean water had ended up infecting the wound. Cleaning puss from the slightly fevered man's wound was not how he expected to spend the week after rescuing the man from the fall.
But Healing Circle would not remove the infection, one did not simply heal over infections, and it could not lower a fever either.
Most of the lower quarter ignored him, he paid for the second room of the inn and moved Lowell there after the fact, ignoring any commotion of people visiting the young man's room next door and searching for him. Despite the fact he could obviously afford better, as he traveled to the middle quarter for supplies of bandages and food he was left completely alone, but for the one old man who watched him, puzzled.
When the fever broke and the infection cleared, he paused, hand on the bandaging.
Should he heal him? The man would be weak from lying a bed for a week, but if whole he would be capable of following him.
Spending time waiting for a fever to either break or claim a life meant plenty of time spent staring out a window and thinking on solutions.
Should he heal him, only to take his life after he finalized his formula?
Should he leave him to be found, or possibly bleed himself dry if unfound?
No.
He would not leave him to bleed, nor would he heal him whole.
"Healing Circle." After the stab wound had become a scabbed over cut, Duke used Dein Nomos to disperse the art, preventing the wound from completely closing. Lowell groaned in his sleep, and he took his hand from the bandages.
Should he allow him to know why all humanity would die?
Lowell would never agree.
He would lead him to other answers, however. Duke once again lifted the swordsman, moving him into his own room at the inn and placed him on the bed. A green bound book went by his pillow, and after a moment, Dein Nomos went against the bed frame.
He would return to see what he thought of the books contents, after laying the trail for Lowell's companion, the canine.
The man was injured still, yes, but he would not die in the time it took him to walk to the middle quarter and back. Due to Duke's aid, he would not die. Yet.
But every human would. Soon.
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