After Dan got up with the help of Ogar and Constance, things went back to normal without any problems, with the difference that the newcomers were now more committed to helping (even some who hadn't quite recovered yet) than before.
As for the involuntary inciter, Henri, he only received a (very long) scolding from Ogar, after all everyone knew that he did not act in bad faith as some might think, he just said that he thought it was true with the anger and resentment of seeing you the father dies to the goblins and loses a friend when Sam's house burns down and those responsible manage to escape before the village militia can reach them.
In the midst of all this, Sofi just stood there and watched how things unfolded. Everything that had just happened before reminded us a little of the past, of the good times and the bad, even of the time when many people turned to gods to remedy banal things and never got a response, even in more serious matters.
Just thinking about that made Sofi's indistinct anger resurface but she still managed to bear it, it was easier than bearing the constant pain and the growing momentum that accompanies it, although not much.
She knew she couldn't stay there much longer, the longer she stayed near the staff the more angry she would feel and the more the pain in her core that she could usually ignore would increase.
"If you'll excuse me, I'm going back to my cabin to prepare some more teas, ointments and try to understand the potion." She told Gerard and Ivan that in a quick deal they promised not to bother her unless it was crucial.
Sofi soon left the square as quickly as she could, hiding all her thoughts, the only evidence of her emotional state would be her hand clenched so tightly that her nails made small trickles of blood appear, luckily everyone was already very busy with the sword, a little with the staff and with Dan to notice this small detail.
Or almost everyone.
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As soon as Sofi arrived at her cabin at the edge of the forest she leaned against the closed door and let her body slide to the ground.
'Why?'
She heard the voice of the villager who had said this over and over again, the same question she hadn't allowed herself to ask since last night. Thanks to the potion she had something to distract her, so much so that she only realized that she had been up all night studying it when Agatha came to ask for her help and saw that the sun had already risen.
'Why now?, because I couldn't have appeared before, because I couldn't save them, because I couldn't save them'
She asked herself over and over again with tears streaming down her eyes. Soon she raised her head and saw a bracelet on the only shelf in the cabin.
She got up and picked it up and stared at the piece, to the untrained eye it was an iron bracelet decorated with a jewel in the center, beautiful and would certainly be worth something if sold, but just like the staff this item was not something you should look at superficially. .
The ornaments were complicated incarnations that distorted space and time and provided access to a tiny sliver in reality that could be accessed at any time, as long as one knew how.
Sofi took a deep breath, put the bracelet on her arm and prepared herself. Moments later, an intense pain hit her, she even arched her body due to the intensity of the pain but she didn't make a sound, it was as if red-hot knives were stuck in the arm that had the bracelet, these knives followed a trail to the Even so, slowly the jewel began to glow slightly.
The more the jewel shined, the more intense the pain in Sofi's wrist worsened, she felt red-hot knives passing through her arm, on her wrist she felt as if someone was slowly squeezing each bone that was covered by the bracelet, but even when she felt this pain she did not emit no sound and continued to direct the energy towards the stone.
*Thump*
Soon a cylinder measuring just under 1 meter appeared in the hut and Sofi collapsed on the floor gasping for air and as quickly as she could take off her bracelet even though she knew it wouldn't help to make the pain go away she always did this, she always felt that the air It helped you recover faster. Strangely, where the bracelet was, there were no marks, holes, or anything like that on Sofi's arm.
"It took longer than it usually does, I guess that might not be a good sign, don't you?" Sofi said towards the iron cylinder.
She stood up with difficulty, supporting herself against the wall and approached the cylinder, which had a layer of transparent crystal on top. Inside it, it was possible to see a light blue liquid that, even with the cylinder stopped, still moved slightly, and this liquid had a body.
Good half body, it was the torso of a young man without his left arm and with his right hand still attached to the rest of his body by just a few threads of skin and flesh, and of course nothing from the waist down.
The young man's face had some cuts but could still be said to be handsome, with a strong jaw, a straight but not too long nose and protruding cheekbones that gave an air that mixed maturity with the freshness of youth. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, just a little younger than Sofi herself.
With difficulty she placed her hand on the crystal covering near her face and caressed it slowly, even though she knew she couldn't actually touch his face, only the fleece suit comforted her, the touch of the crystal would presumably be cold but this one was warm and slowly getting colder, which was a warning sign for Sofi.
"As I imagined, the plants are starting to lose their effect as before, Corruption is spreading faster than I imagined even here." She said with a worried look.
After a few minutes, when she felt strong enough, Sofi went with difficulty to her suitcase that she left further away in the cabin. Like the bracelet, it also had two stones that opened, but fortunately this didn't require much of her, Sofi only felt a slight twinge, strong but brief, in her thumbs.
As soon as the suitcase opened it expanded and from inside it, almost as if on its own, came out a table with various liquids, metal tubes and herbs arranged in small quantities on its surface, the table instantly covered most of the cabin's wall ( around 3 meters).
From one of the drawers she took two bottles with the same blue liquid as in the cylinder, she then placed herself on the top of the cylinder where one had a ø symbol, where with great practice she placed the bar in a vertical position and opened a hole there. Methodically, she poured the contents of the bottles and then closed them again.
The blue liquid then became darker and when it was placed back in the crystal it began to heat up slightly.
"Even if they're losing power they still work, thankfully." She said a little more relieved.
But the relief was short-lived, yes he had still managed to keep his body cool for longer but how long could his soul last in that state, it had been more than 200 years since she put him in that cylinder to save him and since then she has been traveling for every corner of the world (that still managed to go) looking for a way to recover it without success.
She soon went towards a chest, where several books and parchments could be seen, several in strange languages and others almost indecipherable even for diligent scholars, but she was able to read each one of them. Even more so because they all had a common point.
[The Art of Resurrection and Revival]