Main Character's POV
The air is thick with the pungent scent of ancient concoctions and the faint, tingling sensation of powerful magic.
Rows of shelves line the walls, each one brimming with vials, flasks, and bottles of every shape and color imaginable.
The glass containers glimmer with a mysterious light, their contents swirling with vibrant hues—emerald greens, deep purples, fiery reds—each holding the promise of extraordinary power.
The exhausted Griffin and the passed out Tia lie on the hard tile ground. Griffin barely has the ability to standup-right. I can't blame him, my eyes felt like shutting for an eternity.
However I can't lie down there are around 10 bog bodies outside this door, there are vents that Tia can squeeze through. If she was awake I would make her go in there and use her [Personal Servants] to cause some noise and distract the bog bodies.
But she can't, her magic power has depleted causing [Mana Exhaustion] knocking her out. Griffin whose head was hanging started to bleed from his wound again. 'We need to get his arm a protestic quickly.'
The way it would have gone if I weren't her would be probably Tia would use her [Personal Servants] to heal him, allowing him to live with one arm.
This however would cause him to lose the ability to have a prostetic that could actually help him, as the ones that are around can't handle the force he would need to fight against in the future.
I looked around for the back door of this room, the piece that I would need to complete his transplant should be around here.
I find a locked door, holy energy radiated from the crack at the bottom of the door. I quickly crack the door open using a knife and my 100 lifetimes of picking locks to enter into room.
[Hidden Room]
[Shrine of Saint Lachtin's Arm]
Bright, clinical lights illuminate the space, reflecting off both the polished surfaces of the lab and the gilded casing of a shrine.
Sterile, white walls are lined with sleek, modern equipment, yet in stark contrast, the center of the room houses an ancient relic [Saint Lachtin's Arm], encased in a meticulously designed glass reliquary.
Bright, clinical lights illuminate the space, reflecting off both the polished surfaces of the lab and the gilded casing of the shrine.
The relic [Saint Lachtin's Arm] holds an aura of sanctity, with faint, golden light seeping through the linen wrapping.
Quickly I smash the glass casing, the loud sound bounces across the room, waking up Griffin from his increasing exhaustion stupor.
"What is that?" His voice once a least kind of full of life now sounds like a man on death's door. His face was gaunt and almost completely colourless.
"Oh this. This is what's gonna give you back your strength. No. You're going to be even stronger than you were before."
I wrap of the linen wrapping. The arm is made of yew wood, lined with bronze and silver plates that are beautifully decorated.
The wood at the hand is hollowed out to hold the arm bone of Saint Lachtin.
Unlike most arm shrines, where the hand is open as if giving a blessing, this one has a clenched fist, suggesting it might have been used as a battle standard or a talisman to protect or heal warriors. 'This is exactly what we need right now.'
I look towards Griffin, his face was now terrified afraid of what I was going to do.
He started to back up. He tried to leave, but he hit his head on a table and it knocked over a stethoscope, hitting him, knocking him out.
"Well I needed to knock him out anyways, at least he did it himself."
"I guess I should start."
I bring over a tray of three types of potions that were laying in a nearby cabinet.
One type was an orange potion, bubbles filled the whole bottle it was filled with life.
This increased constitution. I needed to give this to Griffin, since even though his constitution was high due to his traits and class, they weren't nearly enough, he needed more to accept the arm.
The next one was a green potion, with bubbles that would never stay in place.
This was a potion to increase dexerity. I needed this as there was no way I could perform a surgery of this level with this high of an arifact without an insane amount of dexerity.
The third one was the most important, it house a pure, red liquid no bubbles appeared it was very stable. It was a health potion.
Without a healer in the form of Tia I needed to improvise, although the healing potion was strong it wouldn't last for as long or as continously as Tia's ability would.
So I needed to shove as much of this stuff down this noble oaf's mouth as possible.
However first I took the green potions. 'Dexerity first. Only then can I trigger that event.'
I gulped them down like they were going out of style.
+1 Dexerity
+1 Dexerity
+1 Dexerity
....
After a few minutes of drinking as much of the potions as possible my dexerity stat was now 12.
Although much higher than what I previously had this much was barely enough to trigger the system notification.
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{Dexerity=12}
{Feature Unlocked}
{Steady Hand Skill Unlocked}
[XP Required: 500]
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This is what I needed in order to do this surgery. Thankfully I had 600XP from the bog body and the Marsh Shade.
I spent that 500XP as fast as I could.
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[Steady Hands Lv.1 Skill Purchased]
{Effect: For every level of steady hands, you will be able to keep your hands from shaking for 10 minutes.}
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Although this might seem a waste of exp they're were vital uses for this such as shooting a gun or bow and more importantly in this instance surgery.
Then I pryed open Griffin's mouth. 'Man his jaw is like steel.' I had to use all my stength in order to get it to open.
Then I grabbed orange potion and forced it down his gullet. His body I could see was getting sturdier, like steel. The muscles on his body tighten and became denser. Strength was fueling his body.
The [Shrine of Saint Lachtin's Arm] was beside me. I picked it up and carefully put it next to the stump that used to be Griffin's arm. The issue was the tissue and muscles. The way it would react could cause him to go into shock and possibly die.
I looked over to Tia. "Could you ask those fairies around you to use a lot of energy to cast that orange light upon Griffin here?" Tia looked confused, she was already exhausted after using the fairies throughout the day.
However she chanted in an ancient tounge that I heard once in one of my past lives, but didn't understand. I knew it was anicent Gaelic. The language of the Celtic Realm.
Her eyes turned an ornage hue, a sign that her power was working. The fairies that were once more transparent became clearer and clearer as time passed. They eventually flew over Griffin causing his unconscious body to glow an almost blinding orange.
My hands moved like lightning, Tia couldn't keep up this energy forever and my skill had a time limit. I grabbed a needle and thread, i started to attach the arm slowly to Griffin.
His body was starting to reject it, even after taking all the potions. However thanks to Tia's fairies it was calming down.
My experience of performing surgeries was now coming in handy. My finger moved like lightning. Until eventually it was now attached.
His body however would take time to get used to this new appendage. 'I can't wait for that.'
I then picked up a red potion that were on the table beside me. The [Greater Health Potion]. These were one of the highest quality ways of healing serious or deadly wounds. Unfortunately they couldn't save servered limbs.
They also had a hidden effect of allowing the body to cope with new limbs or organs. That's how in my 98th life I could posses the [Heart of the Azure Dragon].
Eventually a few minutes passed and Griffin's body now accepted the [Shrine of Saint Lachtin's Arm]. One of my first objectives has been achieved.
The next find and save my sister.
End Chapter