He felt bad for leaving Jenni on her own to deal with her father, but he did not believe it was right for him to take her side. Yes, she had suffered greatly in the inheritance ground, but it was mostly her own doing.
She would stop being responsible if she continued to get away with this. Ignoring all her plight, he flew in the direction of the stream to dip his whole body into it. He could have cleaned himself with a radiance spell, but that certainly didn't give the same feeling as bathing.
After his body relaxed, he finally summoned his status page to see all the improvements.
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[Warden]
Race: Human/Celestial (Prime/Corrupted – 29%)
Title: [Dungeon Eater] [Indomitable] [Wayseeker]... [Redacted]
Fatelock: [Void Prison Realm] [Celestial Ring]
Unlocked Aperture: [The Palace of Toil (Left Palm)], [The Gate of Spirit (Wrist, Heart Vein)], [Mind Palace (Temple)]
Bonded Artifact: [Cloak of Void Radiance (Legendary)], [Maya's Protection (Legendary)], [The Divider (Rare, Growth: 73%)]
Disposition: Chaotic
Rank: [Transcendence* (Limbo/Parameter: Silver)]
Core: Undefined
Attributes:
Strength: 195.4 | Efficiency: —
Dexterity: 183.3 | Efficiency: —
Mind: 47.4 | Efficiency: —
Perception: 150 | Efficiency: —
Spirit: 210 | Efficiency: —
Recovery: 300 | Efficiency: —
"This is a private area," said a cold, feminine voice when he entered the tent Agnes was inhabiting. "Please go back..."
The voice wasn't the captain's, but that of a healer who was tending her wounds as she lay flat on a bedroll, a great part of her body exposed, littered with dangerous-looking injuries.
His expression changed. The last time he had left her, she was mostly in fine condition, only a little weary from the journey. But now, it looked as if she had stood against an army of forsaken.
"Are you hearing me?" the healer shouted. "This is a private area, you—"
"It's alright, Healer Maria, I know him," Agnes told her, and only then did the elder woman relent.
"What happened to you?" he said. "I thought you—" He stopped, unsure if he should continue their private talk before the healer.
Agnes understood his plight and turned her gaze towards her attendant. "Healer Maria, would it be alright if you leave us for some time?"
"You want me to leave?" Healer Maria raised her eyebrows. "Are you even aware of how critical your condition is? If you—"
"I'm well aware, thank you for your concern," Agnes sighed. "But there's little you can do for me."
"But—"
"Healer Maria, please leave..."
The healer grunted, stood up, and carried herself out, glaring in his direction.
"She takes her job a little too seriously," Agnes smiled after the woman departed. Seeing his eyes moving around her wounds, she added, "Don't worry, I had to make it believable in some way."
He squinted his nose. "You did this to yourself," he said, more as a statement than a question. He felt like he should slap himself. Even if Agnes behaved like it was normal, none of her wounds looked normal; some of them even had the coercive force of foreign dark essence, which restricted rapid healing.
He drew his palm over her upper chest at a gaping wound, as silver light oozed out of his palm.
"Don't," she hissed. "Don't heal me..." Your journey continues with m v|l--novelhall.net
"Why?" he frowned.
Agnes let out a heavy breath. "Create an isolation barrier around us first."
He did as asked, forming a transparent dome around them which would restrict sight and sound from traveling outwards.
"There's a transcendent in the camp," she said.