Chapter 842 Aftermath

Chapter 842 Aftermath

Crawling toward her as fast as he could, he noticed she had crashed into a broken branch, and it impaled into her left side. Blood was trickling from it, and he could hear a small whistle when she breathed in and out.

'Punctured lung, maybe a few cracked ribs, and she's bleeding a lot. I need to help her,' he thought.

"Quite the landing you stuck there. This will hurt, but I have to remove that branch to heal you," Astaroth joked, trying to calm her breathing.

Instead, she coughed up a bit of blood as she snickered.

Astaroth didn't hesitate and yanked the sharp branch out of her side, simultaneously drawing a scream from her.

He rapidly chucked the branch away before applying both hands on the wound, golden light shooting out of his hands and into her left side.

Phoenix groaned as she felt her closing, her bones snapping back into place, and her muscles reattaching themselves. The process was far from painless, like when a priest did this. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

But after a few moments, which was much quicker than a healer usually would heal such a wound, the pain stopped, and she took her first full breath in a minute since getting here.

"Thank you..." Phoenix whispered, catching her breath.

Astaroth didn't even respond, grabbing onto her with a hug.

Phoenix froze momentarily, her mind going to that situation earlier before the thought melted away when she felt Astaroth's trembling chest.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you. I didn't think things through before acting, and I scarred you. It's not what I wanted to do..."

She hugged him back, realizing this was the real Astaroth. Not the monster she thought he had become.

"It's okay. I'll be alright. Just don't ever do that again..." she said, pushing her face into his chest.

They sat there for a while, taking the time to calm down their flaring emotions and their breath. Until Astaroth asked Phoenix, "What are you doing here, anyway?"

She separated from his chest, looking at him with a confused look.

Astaroth chuckled at her statement, helping her to her feet, and he looked at the sky.

"Alright, west it is. But there is no way I'm walking there, and I don't have the strength to fly. Let's see if I can get an Uber here," Astaroth joked.

It made Phoenix giggle, but she trusted he could do it still.

Extending his aura out again toward the sky, Astaroth found what he was looking for and smiled.

Connecting to the mind of a griffin rider hovering above the clouds, Astaroth spoke to him directly.

"Tell your commander that the king and queen need rides. We are right under you."

He didn't give the rider time to identify them or recover from the sudden message in his head and severed the connection. His mana was running dangerously low, as most of it had instinctively reacted to Gaius's pressure to keep him from fainting.

So, holding a connection was tiring, and he risked passing out.

Phoenix heard a sudden screech above them as a bird-like form dove toward them before arcing back up and heading west.

"Was that?" she asked.

"Yup. Probably sent here to check on the beam. I asked him to get us rides. It shouldn't take too long. Griffins are pretty fast. I'm sure Mary will tear me a new asshole for using her majestic mounts as taxis, but I can deal with that later."

Phoenix laughed at the thought of Commander Kadmus riding Astaroth's ear into the ground, but she agreed with the idea. She could barely feel her legs under her, and walking was out of the question.

As for her mana reserves? Glancing at her status bars, she was at around three percent mana remaining, and it was slowly recuperating.

"Remind me never to piss off a god," she joked, looking at all the negative statuses under her health bar.

"Yeah, haha. That would be a terrible idea," Astaroth replied.

'Not like I have much of a choice in the matter anymore,' he thought.

He would need to talk to Nemus sooner rather than later and keep her in the loop with what happened. But he assumed she already knew part of it.

'Things are bound to get more complicated...'