Book 9: Chapter 40: GG

Book 9: Chapter 40: GG

(A huge thank you to the medical readers who contributed to this chapter! Louis.EXE, Alan, Sishio, Hanna, Brian, and Arcane all added terminology and their expertise! Any details you note are wrong are probably my fault and should go in typos.)

She was no longer a [Doctor], the Last Light of Baleros. A 3rd year surgery resident aspiring to become a surgeon. She had seen more patients die under her hands than perhaps any doctor in her world who still lived.

She was no longer Geneva Scala, a young woman from Earth. An Italian-American living in Madison, Wisconsin. Once, a Level 36 [Psychic Surgeon], unwilling prisoner of the Minds of Selphids. Paralyzed without external help.

She was no longer Human. Her name was Geneva no more. She was alone.

She didnt know what she was. But what defined her wascuriosity. About everything. She, this new woman with seven levels total, penniless and friendless, still believed she would be the one to do what no one had done and save a species. Save Selphids.

After all

She was one of them.

She nearly died that first day as ash was still falling from the skies. Died.

Not from the horrors that the Minds had unleashed and become, the ravening Selphids tearing apart intruder and friend alike. Nothat was one kind of mindless rush, helping the others up, watching themdie

A wave of slugs engulfing a screaming Human-Genevathe original?noshe had different skin, the wrong faceeating and eating and screaming mentally all the while.

Hunger. Hunger in the darknessand Fraerlings.

Tiny folk, flying on bats, dragonflies, some of them shouting.

Get out! Get out! This citadel is going to vanish! The bomb

One disappeared. Just disappeared as something streaked down. It cut through stone. It cut through the Gathering Citadels enchanted walls and the Selphids and the Fraerling, leaving only a spinning wing of the bat. A bolt of color so intense not-Geneva didnt know what it was.

Only that it had come from above and blasted through everything. It kept going through the stairway they were climbing, through the basement down into the earth.

The lightscar was still in her eyes. The afterimage refused to go away. It seared her retinas, and the running not-Geneva realized it wasnt vanishing even when she blinked.

It stayed there, a streak across her vision, as she ran. Ran up the stairs, arms and legs pumping, stumbling every now and then. The other Genevas fell behind, but she kept running and didnt realize why.

WaitI cant

Even a Gnoll-Geneva fell behind, and it took this one a second to realizeshe had probably cleared six floors by racing up the stairs without slowing. Because, of courseshe couldnt feel her screaming muscles.

Her body was dead.

She was first out of the Gathering Citadel, running through one of the tunnels she recalled coming in through. She leapt out of the building but did not linger or go back, though the thought crossed her mind.

Selphid! Freeze!

A panicked Lizardfolk standing sentry saw her rush out and took her for a foe. He was armed with a flaming wand, and the first shot turned some of the ancient stone above her head liquid. So Selphid-Geneva turned and ran.

Wait!

Then the [Mercenary] realized that would kill both of them and fledbecause the sky was turning red with the firestorm coming down. More streaks of light flared down, and Selphid-Geneva looked up.

Then the Lord rained upon Sodom and upon Gomorrah brimstone and fire from the Lord out of heaven; and he overthrew those cities, and all the plain, and all the inhabitants of the cities, and that which grew upon the ground.

Genesis 19:24-25

The words flickered in her mind. And she had been raised Catholic. Why now? Of all times? The woman put her hands to her head and felt nothing.

Just a vague tingle. Not down her fingers. She stared at her hands and knew they touched her skull. But she couldnt feel them.

She had no limbs. She had noshe felt wide. She felt like she was stretched. She began to panicbut the sight of all the hellfire coming down made her run and not process it. She looked back once, just once, thinking to go back in, only to see more of those arrows searing down where the entrance had been.

But his wife looked back from behind him, and she became a pillar of salt.

Genesis 19:26

She did not become a pillar of salt. But the linesthe lines criss-crossed her vision, like the slash-marks of some beast. They burned and burned; even when she stopped running, collapsing because her legs refused to keep working after three hours and slept

They remained.

Sleep was tormented. That first night and day thereafter, Selphid-Genevaas she thought of herselffelt like her entire life was being played back to her.

Like a VCR tapeonly her entire life was the tape, and she was watching it in a blur that took a lifetime and mere moments.

VCR. Dead gods, she was getting old. They had passed DVDs, and everything had begun going digital by the time she was in her residency. Although some professors hated the modernization and fiddling around so much that some still used slide-projectors.

Whatever worked.

Dead gods? Yes, that wasodd. Everything Selphid-Geneva remembered took on an odd tinge. Like a sepia film back in the old days, colored by

The Minds.

They had done this to her. Done it to all the waiting bodies, which they intended to turn into Geneva-Clones but without the morality, agents that were only loyal to Selphids. The original Genevathe real Geneva?had split herself among them all and foiled the process.

So this woman knew and felt everything the original had felt. But she was also, simultaneously, part of her new body.

Selphid.

[Healer class obtained!]

[Healer Level 4!]

[Skill Potions: 148% Efficiency obtained!]

[Skill Basic Synthesis obtained!]

[Skill Healers Intuition (Basic) obtained!]

[Selphid Telekinetic class obtained!]

[Selphid Telekinetic Level 3!]

[Skill Basic Telekinesis obtained!]

[Skill Lesser Mindward obtained!]

[Skill Doubled Mental Presence obtained!]

A rush of voicesas if that omnipresent system were appraising her as a separate being and giving hernothing at all, really.

She was glad enough to be alive not to quibble. Especially because she knewshe had seenhow many of them didnt make it.

Did the real Geneva make it?

When she awoke, Selphid-Geneva felt sick. She was engulfed inblackness? Nothing? And she felt stretched.

Hello? Whats going on?

She spoke. She knew she spoke. Selphid-Geneva raised her head, or tried to, and couldnt move. A wave of fear overtook her.

Was she paralyzed? But no, she was a Selphid. So why? Whatwhat happened?

Hello? Did someone capture me? PleaseI cant see.

Selphid-Geneva called out again, but felt no one around her. The last she rememberedand she could remember well thanks to the Second Minds trainingwas that she had collapsed in a forest.

Is it night?

She tried to stare around, but againher head wouldnt move. But something was moving. She felt her body move. Then Selphid-Geneva realized what was going on with a dawning horror.

I am a Selphid.

I cant see. Im in a Selphids body, and I cant see.

Then she felt her body spread so far and wide in every direction, in ways no Human body could imagine contorting.

Only the fact that the Minds had apparently accounted for other host bodies kept Selphid-Geneva from going into shock. She had what was a subconscious for Humans; she could spread, move, and control her body naturally. Without that, she would truly have been lost.

The problem waswithout context, Geneva the Human was now a Selphid with no understanding of how Selphids interacted with their host-bodies or how to survive. Her sleep must have knocked out her instinctive connection with the corpse she was inside, and without it

She was in grave danger. Selphid-Genevas first day became a true struggle for survival.

How did a parasiticor symbiotic if you wanted to be charitablespecies actually interact with the world? Science did analyze many other species to figure out the differences between them and Human physiologyeveryone knew dogs had highly developed noses and poorer color vision, for instance.

But Selphids lived in modalities so devoid of Human logic that Selphid-Geneva was helpless for at least an hour before she realized she was interacting with the world like a Human.

In other words, she was trying to see and feel her way around by touch. But Selphids did not see. To be more precise, what Selphid-Geneva thought of as sight was more like a general sense of her bodys surroundings. It took her a moment before she latched onto the term for what was happening.

Proprioception. It was an ability Humans hadthe five senses were a myth. Proprioception was the awareness of the bodys position in relation to itself. Even without visible sight, Geneva had a mental map of how she was configuring herself.

And even without sight, there was definitely some awareness of the space she was inhabiting. Her mind was making the analogy towards sight.

Chemical reading? It only made sense for a Selphid to forgo sight in places without light. It was very limitedlike a local snapshot of what might be literal micrometers of space around her.

The problem was, this sight extended across her entire body. So Selphid-Genevas mind was presented with not so much one unified vision as a kind of 3D map of herself twisted into what she began to realize was a depiction of a Humans body.

Or rather, a humanoids internal nervous system. Only someone who actually looked at the Human body would instantly recognize Selphid-Genevas form taking on an almost perfect simulacrum of the real thing. Selphid-Geneva had a kind of sense of how her body was placed, and it fit everything. The problem was that sensing that many different inputs and the foreign form was overloading her mind, which was used to a Human form and inputs.

Arms, fingers, travelling up across the shoulders, most of her mass down the spine, spreading out to any conceivable muscle she might need. It wasinteresting as much as overwhelming. Genevas presence was dictated by how much mass she had in one area.

Unlike the regular body, which had muscles, nerves everywhere and could only add or subtract, Selphid-Geneva was a semi-fluid within the body, and she realized she had a great deal of herself along the spine and legs.

Because shed been running? She was also twined around a lot of obstacles. All of this was so disorienting that Selphid-Geneva froze and tried to process it. When she finally worked out that she couldnt see anythingbecause she was in a dead bodyher next step was to try to control her body.

This was uncannily easy. Human-Geneva had always been good at one-tasking things. She was at best a limited multitasker. She could perform in an operating room in tandem with a team, but she could not carry on a conversation in a party while dancing.

In her new body, Selphid-Geneva could perform the equivalent of moving each finger on her hand independently along with all her toes and wiggle her ears all without even trying. She had an incredible ability to subdivide her bodys capabilities mentally without losing track of herself.

This was mostly because Selphid-Genevas body could configure itself to anything she wanted it to. Square? She could turn her body into a square. Hook? She could reshape her body like self-aware clay.

So this was how it felt to be a Selphid! Selphid-Geneva had a sense of her bodys stretchiness, and while she had no measuring tape, she reformed into one blob along the longest circuit she could find. She had topush things out of the way or squirm through impossibly tight tunnels that she knew she could get through. She experimented, stretching, and wondered if a Selphid, like the long intestine, could become incredibly long if stretched out.

Howeverthe moment she elongated too much, Selphid-Geneva felt a warning in her very core. She stretched and stretched and realized that if something were to pull her, her entire being mightsplit.

It was hard to articulate consciously. It was akin to how a Human looked down from a great height and felt the certainty that if they fell, they died. Or a desire when stretching an arm not to have the arm pull so far their entire body snapped. Pressure when resting weight on the eyes.

That kind of thing.

Wait a second, I know what that is. What is it called? Thetheit was one of the proprioceptors in the muscles.

It felt like decades since shed been studying this, even if it had been, what, a year in this world? Technically, that was longer than an Earth yearbut Geneva had observed that children and adults still conformed to Earths senses of time. An eight year old, despite being older than their Earth counterparts, looked like they were eight, not eleven.

Puberty should have hit far earlier unless lifespans are delayed due to the increase in years. It still doesnt quite track logically why its identical. Is that due to magic or some other factors extending lifespans? Healing potions?

What was it called? She didnt know. But the feeling was immediate, and that warning made Selphid-Geneva instantly stop this dangerous line of moving. When she finally gained a kind of understanding of her body, about two hours had passed.

Thenshe realized she might have killed herself. For Selphid-Geneva now wanted to get up, and she knew a Selphid was helpless without her body. There was just one thing

She no longer knew how to control her body. And she had no idea where anything was.

The time limit on a Human living or dying was about three days. Three days without water was your max. Without food? You could go weeks depending on how you cut back on moving, and in ideal areas without weather, temperature, or threats taking their toll.

Selphid-Genevas time limit was a lot lower than that. She was a parasite in a decomposing body. After an hour of feeling around in desperation, she realized two things.

The sun was rising. Andher body was being nibbled on.

She felt it. The minute vibrations of something eating or poking at the body were like mini-quakes to her, especially in whatever part of the body she was in. And the sun of hot Baleros, even in the fall or winter, could be just as deadly.

Some parts of Baleros never snowed over, and she had been in a humid jungle climate. Decomposition would be rapid and for herfatal. The heat was already making her feel vaguely ill.

I have to regain control. Selphid-Geneva didnt know how, but her instincts did. As she searched around, she felt like she came tolatch-points. Thin things in the body that she could pull just so to provoke a response.

The Selphid understanding told her there were countless latch-points for her body to use, and it was seamless; she would twine around one and pull what she suspected to be muscle, or make it pull itself.

Good? Umthe problem was she had no context for what she was doing. So she kept exploring until the panicking Selphid-Geneva finally regained her scattered wits.

What am I doing? Im a damn [Doctor]! Or was! She was a Selphid, yes.

She was no longer the original Geneva. Yes. But she was not the other Selphid-Geneva. The Mind-Geneva who had betrayed all her morality and been twisted by the failure of the Minds and breaching of the Minacien Wall.

Everything that made up Geneva Scala was in her, and that included her knowledge of anatomy and her desire to

Help.

In this case, it was herself. So Selphid-Geneva stopped, and took the most scientific approach she could.

The highest probability was that she was along the spine. To practice stretching, she had gone through the longest part of the body, so she probably was either in a leg, or most likely, lying along the spine and legs and perhaps even close to the head.

Without orientation, she needed to view the body as a foreign land, but one that had landmarks. The first thing Selphid-Geneva then did was to divide up anything she encountered into categories.

Hard and soft. She could push asidewhatever was around her to explore an area on the Z-axis before continuing down the Y- or X-axes. Because she was operating in three-dimensional space, Selphid-Geneva had to orient herself first to understand which way she was going.

Happily, because the Human body was a largely vertical one, it did not take Selphid-Geneva long to understand which direction always seemed to have an infinite up and down. Genevas training once again helped orient herself.

Not up, but superior, towards the head, or inferior movement towards the legs. Anterior, posterior, distalshe subdivided into each section of the body and combed it, trying to piece together the immediate surroundings with her own mental image of her body via proprioception and her own understanding of the Human anatomy.

An area with hardness meant it contained a bone or something she could not shift easily with her Selphid body alone. All softness indicated to Selphid-Geneva she was in some organs.

By this understanding, she built a mental picture of her surroundings and realized she was likely in the lower back, specifically the retroperitoneal space where organs, spine, and nerves resided. Subdividing outwards found two routeslegs. Thus, the inferior direction. Therefore, the opposite was superior, and she had finally reoriented herself.

Selphid-Geneva didnt know all of how Selphids worked, but living with Okasha and Idis had given her a lot of understanding. They needed the head. Some warriors like Calectus could fight senseless, as Selphids called it, even with the head of a body chopped off, but Selphids considered that to devalue most bodies greatly.

Ergo, they needed the eyesight and total connection a head gave them. Because all the nerves did run up through the spine into the brain, it made sense. Selphid-Geneva had heard some Selphids just ate the grey matter in a host body, so she suspected it was purely the nerves the Selphids needed. They overrode the central nervous system and took command of the peripherals.

The ultimate parasite. She shuddered and wondered if there was any way to stop a Selphid infiltrating a body short of pure physical trauma. Surgical removal? Nigh-impossible because they were able to stretch so far. Magic or telepathic abilityshe pushed those thoughts aside for a moment. She was a Selphid now, and she needed to survive.

Based on the knowledge shed gathered, locating the hard spine and finding all the latch-points inside was easy.

In theory, shouldnt I be able to control the entire body from the spine? She triedbut it became far more difficult to move the body from where she was. Liketrying to pick out a single strand of thread in a piece of rope as long as your arm. She suspected she might need to spread out across the entire body to make it work in her inexperienced state.

Plus, it was abundantly clear that she needed to move fast. First was the distinct sense she was no longer alone in her body. Something foreign had entered it. Second

The body was undergoing rigor mortis rapidly. It was like a fire alarm ringing in Genevas head, and entirely from whatever Selphid instincts she had. Every muscle was hardening up, seizing as the bodys control was lost.

To Geneva, it felt like she was siphoning thefuel out of each muscle? Regaining control over it and undoing the damage. But she had to work fast; the longer she took, the more the entire body began to spiral out of control. What a fool shed been to detach herself!

Selphid-Geneva realized her body could keep expanding down the legs while following more connections to the arms and shoulders due to her multi-tasking ability. Doing one thing at a time would only slow her down, so she began to seek the head while the rest of her moved in every direction.

Now she was certain the body was being eaten. Selphid-Geneva ran into the intruders at the same time as she found the skull and began trying to take control.

Her body ran into a cluster of tiny things in one leg. They had pierced the skin and were devouringwell, they recoiled when she felt the change in air.

Air, a harsh thing. Wind? It feltdangerous to Selphid-Geneva on multiple levels. There was an unpleasant quality out there, as if contaminated gas were everywhere. To her Human sensibilities, it felt like entering a miasma of dangerous fog she had to destroy. And it was also drying her out.

She needed water. A semi-fluid Selphid could not dry out. In fact, Selphids arguably needed more water than Drowned Folk. Selphid-Geneva realized this fact as the things eating her body recoiled from herthen decided she was food too.

They began to try to eat her.

Aah! Stop! Stop!

Selphid-Geneva recoiled, retreating, but they came in, tearing pieces off her. It hurt. It didnt hurt in the way pain did, but it felt like a tiny part of her vanished with each loss. Thatwas a terror she had never felt. Soinstinctivelyshe struck back.

She grabbed the first intruder, covering it with herself and realized it was fragile, had an exoskeleton and legsand identified it in the moment before she crushed and absorbed it.

Ant.

They were justants. And Selphid-Geneva had just killed and eaten one. She processed their remains fast after engulfing them and spat them out. Then she froze.

I just killed something.

Not a sentient species.

She hesitatedand the rest of the invading ants nibbling on the corpse decided to attack. Selphid-Genevas frozen nature as they bit at her turned to a terror of losing parts of her memory, her self. That felt like the Minds. And she had another thought.

I am no longer a [Doctor]. I am a Selphid. For better or ill

She began eating the ants.

Selphids did not enjoy eating ants. Selphid-Geneva found that out about eight minutes after routing the infestation trying to gnaw on her leg. Mostly by finding Selphids could puke.

It was less like a bodily reaction with a stomach, more like feeling unwanted components swirling around in her and ejecting them. It still felt awful, but it was a selective ejection.

Also, Selphid-Geneva was learning more things about herself. She did not regard destroying the ants as breaking the Hippocratic Oath at this point. They were not Antinium, andwell, to be fair, if she met a doctor who thought eating meat was the same as violating their sworn duty to their patients, she might have laughed at them.

Survive. Selphid-Genevas first action as she fiddled around the head was to actually repair the damaged body. She did this, again, on a kind of instinct mixed with her knowledge of bodies. She tried to close the gap the ants had chewed into the leg at first and found countless serrations.

But without thread or needle, how did you close? Selphid-Geneva recalled something Okasha had once said and spat into the lacerations. They were probably only tiny cuts, but to her, they seemed gaping. Yet, with a bit of effort, she could produce a liquid that closed the wounds. Like there was an unlimited supply of liquid duct tape in her body.

Well, imagine how much spit it would take to seal a window. Each sealant production took a bit of Selphid-Genevas precious fluid supply, and while the ants had given some of that back to heryuckshe doubted she wanted any large wounds in the body.

They would be back in force if she knew ants. Or something bigger to eat this nice dead corpse. So Selphid-Geneva was rapidly feeling around the head. And then, at last, she found a latch-point, twisted into it

And sight was on. Or ratherSelphid-Geneva saw the red light of her eyelids.

Oh, come on.

Im in the head. Lets see. Twelve cranial nerves. CN2 controls eyes. But Im going to need CN3, 4, and 6 to move them. This is ridiculous. Memorizing the twelve cranial nerves pays off now?

She had a good laugh about that, but it was true! Once Geneva was in the head, things began to move a lot more smoothly.

Finding the oculomotor nerve, CN3, to open the eyelids was easy. Remembering that the facial nerve closed the eye was funny, and it took Selphid-Geneva a long time before she could turn her head and stare around the tilted forest floor.

The hypoglossal nerve controlled the tongue, while the facial nerve controlled the closing of the eyelids, but the cervical rootlets controlled many of the head motionsthose came from the spinal cord. The harder Geneva thought about it, the less easy it was to do.

It was like a wire game where you had to recall which nerve controlled which functionand to a Human, piloting this body would have been incredibly, insanely difficult to do consciously.

As it was for Selphid-Genevauntil she realized that her subconscious was doing a far better job than she was. She also realized that even if she could have resided in the head and taken control of the body, spreading out across this form was essential for multiple reasons.

The first was to manually repair the effects of the bodys lack of a functioning brain. Undo the muscular stiffening, perform spot repairs, and keep the body free of pests. The second was that, like she had observed, even for a Selphid, nerves could be packed together, and it was easier for her to go to each spot and take control from there, rather than rely on the central hub. Like being on the spot, rather than going through a middle manager.

When Geneva finally managed to open her mouth, she tried to speak via the laryngeal nerves.

Harrr

She couldnt make a sound! Why? Oh. Selphid-Geneva felt the vibrating of the vocal cords but

No air. Right. This body wasnt breathing.

Twenty more minutes before Selphid-Geneva got the lungs pumping. She had to find the exact nervephrenic, in the neck. But then she promptly stopped them because there wasnt any blood in this body. It was actually fairly liquid free, and she realized with growing alarm as she gained ground, taking control again, this was a problem.

Selphids drank all the blood of a body. They filled it up, and like a good parasite or symbiote, replaced a lot of bodily functions, like keeping the body moisturized. Okasha had often said, along with Idis, that Geneva was an easy host body because all her functions were intact. Whereas a long-dead corpsewould continue to decompose.

She was supplying the muscles with nutrients and oxygen, and in her absence, the body was continuing to turn to mush. In this case, only the preservative techniques of the Selphids had helped the body survive the several hours Selphid-Geneva had abandoned running it. But even solike a building left to rot, she had done a lot of damage on accident.

Up. Upthere we go. Iambreathing. I am thirsty. I need watercan I repair this body with food? How do I eat?

Three hours and thirty-eight minutes after she woke up, on the first day of the rest of her life, Selphid-Geneva sat up. In that sense, of all the others, her escape from the Gathering Citadel was hardest by far.

But who had made it? She found herself in a forest near a local ant-hive, some of which were biting on her clothing; a few daring scouts had made it up the leg of her pants and begun eating in around the ankle. She brushed off the bugs only when she saw them and then felt at herself again.

Nothing. Selphid-Geneva had only the vaguest hint of touch even linked into the nerves. Shefelt nothing. She only realized a centipede had been eating into the nape of her neck when her moving hands dislodged it.

She smelled nothing. The nose wasnt returning much. The nasal passage had rotted.

She tasted nothing; the tongue was just movable, but the taste-buds had long since died. She could hear best of all; cochlea, eardrum, and ossicles were all intact and hadnt been damaged much. The eyes, when opened, were fairly good. They were blurry when she had first opened them, but again, as soon as her body reached them, they began to adapt and translate the vision into her mind.

She felt like a ghost in someones body. Though she could control itthough she was a Selphid within itshe was also more Human when she possessed the body fully. A close approximation of the woman she had been all her life.

But she had nosenses.

There was a certain famous movie about pirates that Geneva Scala had once watched where the crew was cursed to a life as undead beings, unable to enjoy lifes pleasures. Immortality at a cost.

Thiswas the reality of it. It felt so appalling to Selphid-Geneva as she stumbled into a world of sunshine and smokeash still drifting downand saw the bright colors but felt nothing of it; not the wind nor the leaves crunching beneath her bare feet nor wounds nor

So this was what they felt. Selphids. No wonder they hungered for fresh bodies so much. No wonder Okasha and IdisSelphid-Geneva Scala touched her chest.

What a high price to pay for freedom. But I didnt pay it. Im not even Geneva Scala. Who am I? For what purpose was I brought into this world?

She almost screamed. She almost panicked before she remembered another famous movie that had once cited those lines. Then she laughed. She laughed and realized she still had humor. And when she saw the Forgotten Wing company wearily inspecting the ruined Gathering Citadelwhen she saw that familiar faceher face on a limping Humans body talking to a tiny Fraerlingand hid

She knew all was not pointless after all.

[Healer Level 5!]

[Skill Perfect Recall (Medicine) obtained!]

That night, as Geneva Scala slept in the forest, she heard a voice. Then she woke up and began laughing.

Medicine? Medicine? Thats sogeneric.

Inaccurate, too! She opened her eyes wide, then shouted.

Golgi tendon organ! Thats the feeling and sensation of overstretching a tendon. Of course!

She covered her facethen went back to sleep. The most powerful Skill any student could wish forand here she was. But she felt she was already changing from the Geneva she knew.

For the better? Or worse.

Two days later.

Hey. Hey, spawnling. Is this your first body? What are you doing walking into town looking like that?

Winter was upon Baleros. Not that youd ever tell amidst the endless jungles. It was still humid, and visitors during the winter called Baleros hot and muggy on warm days. They should see the summer.

Not that it had begun to snow yet. Nor had Erin Solstice as of yet changed the world by showing them Zeladonas Trial of Blades. But she had just announced it, and all the scrying orbs were showing her announcement.

Few were even bringing up Selphids. The Gathering Citadels destruction? Virtually unknown to the rest of the world.

Selphids knew, though, so they were very jumpy; the ones in the local town of Soxet, a stones throw away from the place where one of the Gathering Citadels had been torched, was abuzz with rumors.

The few Selphids that were in town were not keen on adding to the wariness. One of them therefore grabbed the woman walking into town. She jerked.

Hello? Im sorry, what?

Spawnling, what are you doing? Youre not in any shape toare you a vagabond? A survivor ofjust get over here! There!

The angry, dead Lizardman had on a rather thick vest and heavier clothing than was warranted for these temperatures, but it protected his body, and the clothing was nice and red with a rare white mink fur trim and black slacks. It didnt wear out, so he could use it for at least a few months, and it was proof against bugs and other vines and such that would scar his flesh.

Hed gotten it for a song, too. Someone had apparently died in said vestwhich didnt bother him one bit.

But the ragged young woman who walked into town, barefoot, with clear holes in her flesh and smelling ofhe slapped something on her shoulder, and his grip was painfully strong.

It might have been too aggressive for another species, but he knew she could barely feel it. What he slapped on her was a green sprig of eight little leaves tied together pinned by a needle.

The needle, incidentally, was halfway deep into her arm.

Hey. What did you do that for?

The woman looked worried, as if she thought he were hurting her. But the other Selphid snorted.

Dont pretend youve got any nerves left there, idiot. You smell like a corpse. Youre making us all look bad. Present for the manyfolk or theyll get upset.

She touched her nose and looked so incredibly stupid he grabbed her, practically ran her over to the only Selphid-bar in town, and threw her in before the gagging Lizardfolk and few Centaurs could call for the local militia.

Domene-domeix. Who have you brought in today?

Domene-domeix, or Dom as he was referred to outside of Selphid groups, glanced up as a Naga bartender with a fresh body wrinkled up his nose.

Spawnling or an idiot who cant present, Teyis. You think they smell bad now? I had to stick a Charm of Scent in them just to get them here. Spawnling, sit. What in the name of gallbladders happened to you?

IIm sorry. I just survived an accident. I didnt realize I smelled.

The young Selphid said, looking slightly shocked as a few Selphids glanced over. Lizardfolk occupied the bar toobut were here mostly for the cheap drinks, which they would take elsewhere. It wasnt just the dislike of Selphids; seeing so many bodies in states of decomposition really just didnt put you in any mood to eat. Not to mention the smell from the poorly-maintained ones.

A Selphid bar was not uncommon. Selphids could eat at any restaurant the manykind hadbut it was always nice to have someone who charged you for a meal youd eat at prices you could pay.

In other words, a quarter of the serving one of the manykinds would eat, even a small Lizardfolk, and all mashed up with no sense of taste as the manykind understood it. Some presentation maybe, but when it was being digested, who cared?

Unless you were trying to fuel a fresh bodyand that was a chorea Selphid didnt burn as much energy as other species by far. They could drink and eat less, like Fraerlings.

This new Selphid looked like she needed both food and a new body. Her feet were the worst; two days of walking barefoot without skin being regenerated had torn them up, and they were beginning to stink like the rest of her. A corpse in the sun walking through mud and in a jungles heat?

Gaah. She stinks, Domene. I wish I didnt have my new body right now! I might have a scent-potion. Sit her down.

Teyis retreated, trying to plug the Nagas scent glands with one clawed hand. He was the most important Selphid in the town.

You could tell for a few reasons. First, he ran this bar, which meant most Selphids would come and reasonably report to him. Any community of Selphids needed someone like that.

Second, his body was in great condition. New, exotic as a Nagaand in great condition. These two factors made up the worth of any body, and only the richer and higher-level Selphids got those in a limited community.

Just like Dullahans valued armor, Selphids ranked themselves by body. But they had a lot of rules that most of the manykind never heard about. And right now, this new Selphid was breaking a bunch of them.

Im sorry. I was lost. I was involved in sometrouble. Bad trouble. My name is

Domene clapped a hand over the womans mouth and hissed at her. He wore a twelve-month Lizardmans body, but in decent condition since hed had it almost since the day the owner had passed. His senses were about half-normal, but that was excellent given the time span.

You little idiot. Stop saying that loudly. And if youre half as stupid as I think you are, Minds educate yourself and dont use your real name! Do you want to get us all in trouble?

The new Selphid stopped, blinked, and then focused on the people Dom was looking at. Namely, some Lizardfolk pinching their noses and waiting for some cheap mugs.

Teyis reappeared loudly with pewter mugs and filled them extra-high with foam on top.

Here you are! Sorry about the newcomer; were sorting them out. Remember, its copper back if I get the mug. No cracks!

Thanks, deadman!

Thanks, Ixten!

The Lizardfolk chorusedand one spoke the name of the dead Nagas body. Then her face screwed up.

Im sorry. I know hes d

All fine. All fine. Enjoy your drinks.

Teyis smile didnt slip, but he let the Lizardfolk pull back and turned too quickly away from their stares. It was hard wearing the body of someone that people had liked, and Nagas were beloved by their Lizardfolk counterparts.

Now then. Let me see to this smelly youngster.

He spoke too-loudly, and then he and Domene pulled the newcomer into one of the back rooms. Only then did they both look at each other and grab the rotting young womans arms.

Alright. Now, lets

Domene began with his Lizardfolk mouth but continued it as his body breached skin, and his actual, Selphid body slithered into one of the wounds on the young womans arm.

talk about this now! Who are you, and if you have anything to do with the Gathering Citadel, say it now! But be warnedthe Minds hold little sway with us right now. This is a disaster, and youre either coincidental or involved, spawnling!

What are you doing?

The young woman yelped and nearly yanked back from the two Selphids grips as they entered her body. But she was being held, and they shouted at her.

Are you trying to start a fight?

Teyis roared and entangled her. He gave the Selphid a buffet along nine entire sections, and Domene gave a far weaker push, akin to a hard shove.

Stop fussing, spawnling. We cant talk in the open, and [Silence] spells are the last thing we need. Who are you?

II am Elizabeth Scastein. Or did you want a fake name?

Minds, thats not a Selphid name. Who are you?

Selphid-Genevas first encounter with Selphids in her new body wasshocking, but not as unpleasant as it would have been for a Human.

Being invaded by other Selphids was not an intrusion since she was wearing a shell for a host anyways. It was probably akin to someone stepping into your house. It could be personal, but they were clearly agitated.

As for being struck by the other Selphidshe had forgotten they had levels and classes on their own! Even if it translated to their bodies, whomever Teyis was, when hed rammed his form into hers, she had gotten the distinct impression he was stronger than she was.

Her name, incidentally, was an homage to the two things shed thought of. Lacking a name like Geneva, and not wanting to endanger the original, she had come up with a few fake ones and tried them on.

Scastein was a combination of Scala and Frankenstein, a fitting blend. As for Elizabeth? WellSelphid-Geneva had thought of calling herself Marie or Marie Curie after one of the most famous female medical practitioners to ever live, but shed had the feeling everyone might do that.

Elizabeth Blackwell was another famous woman, so Selphid-Geneva had stolen that first name. She wasnt sold on the new moniker, first or last. She wasnt good at coming up with names.

Well, Elizabeth, youd better have a good reason for not presenting properly. The Lizardfolk here got wind of the Gathering Citadels destruction, and every settlement in the region is whispering about the Minds and the Forgotten Wing company and casting eyes at us. You are from there, arent you?

The two Selphids pressed in, both physically and in a way that Elizabeth would have described as someone leaning over and staring at you if she were still Human. It was beyond handsythe feeling of two other species in such close proximity.

However, it did not feel like inappropriate sexual conduct, more like general closeness. Which she was glad ofthen Elizabeth realized she might not even technically be female in a biological sense since Selphids had no variance in sex. Also, and this was funnythe way one of the two was prodding her rather reminded her of her heritage.

Selphids, like Italians, might be rather physically affectionate in private. And wasnt that a weird thought?

The Selphid-Italians were waiting for her response. So the first real struggle Elizabeth had to deal with waswhat did she say?

The truth? She was no fool. The truth could set you freeand it could also get you killed. The truth of what the Minds had done was horrific, and it also put her in danger. The truth that she was a copy of Geneva Scala was reason enough to kill heror treat her without rights.

What would happen on Earth? She could only imagine, cynically, that if any government got a hold of her, she would vanish, never to be seen again. The ethics and debate over the morality of clones would come, and it would probably result in their status as people being recognizedafter countless clones had been killed and dissected while the debate raged on.

She wasdeeply cynical, she realized. Geneva Scala was that after so long of seeing the Minds and the deaths she had been unable to prevent. But Elizabeth?

There was a part of her that was fascinated with all of this. In fact, she was copying the other two Selphids. Mimicking the poking they were doing to her and getting slapped backprobably because she was doing the equivalent of trying to intimidate them.

I am free. I saw Geneva Scala survive. Poor woman. She cant walk without Okasha. She has all the levels. Forgotten Wing has her.

Let her be the Last Light of Baleros. What a relief not to be alone.Therefore

Elizabeth replied slowly.

Iwas at the Gathering Citadel. The Minds, all the Selphidsthe [Psychic Guardians] are all dead. I think so, at least. The Minds went crazy, and I think the Forgotten Wing company fought them. But they were all wiped out by aa bombardment from the skies.

Domene and Teyis froze, then began jabbering questions.

So you were there! [Psychic Guardians]? Teyis, what is this one talking aboutyoure young as can be, too!

Quiet, Domene. This is something only an older Selphid should know about. Dead gods. Minds, I cant thinkno. No Minds. We need a conclave. Grab everyone you can without presenting a bad side. Now. The manykind dont need to hear about this. But before that

The other Selphid was stretching, and Elizabeth realized Teyis was following her around the body. Twining around her like someone in a sleeper hold.

To lock her down, she realized. She tried to dodge, but he just grabbed her, and while both were infinitely malleable, there were weaknesses she realized. Teyis seized Elizabeths body where she was elongated, like someone performing a joint-hold; if she stretched, she might snap at these critical junctures.

Before that. You, Elizabeth. Did you have anything to do with what the Minds wrought? What happened there?

She held still. The Selphid hesitated, then spoke.

Idid not do what the Minds did. They had the Last Light of Baleros prisoner, and they breached the Minacien Wall. One of the Minds sacrificed themselves to let Geneva Scala escape. IIm a new Selphid. I dont know how anything works. The Minds created me in an attempt to make new Selphids from nothing.

The two other Selphids were still as they heard all this. At length, Teyis shifted and spoke.

Domene. The others. Anddead gods.

Domene agreed as he returned to his body.

I know, right? I dont even think we need a truth stone. That is the worst lie I have ever heard in my life.

What? But I was telling most of the truth

Elizabeth began, but there was a lot about Selphids she really didnt know about. For instance, lesson one about Selphids?

Reproducing and making new Selphids was not an issue the Minds cared about. The Wasting, yes. New Selphids?

Not really.

The Selphids of Soxet were helpful, valuable members of the community in cases like Teyis. Yes, you had individuals who could cause trouble, but Selphid doctrine insisted on having a good relationship with any of the manykind they were near for long periods of time.

Manykindit meant any species other than them. In front of them, you presented well. That meant you kept your body from smelling, didnt do anything to alarm them, and didnt discuss anything untowards.

There was an entire world behind the scenes of Selphid culture, and a lot of that culture revolved around fear. They had once been nearly wiped out after the Selphid Empire collapsed. That prejudice from the manykinds was alive and well, and a reason why Selphids had little presence outside Baleros.

Baleros. Home to the Beastkin. Lizardfolk and their Nagas. Centaurs. Dullahans. Gazers. And Selphids. We have more unique species than any other continent. By contrast, Izrils got three. They used to have Harpies, which made four. Terandrias got Humans, Half-Elves, Dwarves. No more Giants or half-Giants. No more Dryads. No more Halflings. No moreChandrar, the same. The Djinni and Jinn are gone. Each continent loses species. That is the lesson, spawnling. It could be us next. Dead godssix Minds are dead. Maybe this is our last era. The Gnolls, uswholl be first to disappear?

This dour statement explained much of the Selphids way of life. It came from Teyis and was accompanied, to Elizabeths rather surprised amusement, by a chatter of voices.

Teyis, dont say it like that! Ill cry!

No, I will! Give me the tear ducts!

Stop fighting! Youre going to break the body, and well all be in trouble

Get the spawnlings out of here, someone.

Three voices came from one body. And the fighting little Selphidsspawnlings was what they called childrenstopped as a primary Selphid took over.

Sorry. Theyre almost ready to start their own bodies, but theyre a handful. And their parent is too busy running a bar to instill some much-needed discipline into them.

A Centaur crossed his arms as he trotted back and forth, and Teyis avoided the look. The other Selphid, Agoeith, gave Teyis a weary glare as the body, which housed multiple Selphid childrenno less than fourteen, apparentlyand their caretaker sometimes twitched with one of the Selphid children pulling a nerve and being scolded.

A nursery. Elizabeth was horrified as a Human and entranced as someone studying this unique culture. Selphid biology was still largely foreign to herand she was a Selphid!but she had picked up enough to understand their life cycle in reproduction.

As asexually reproducing beings, Selphids could reproduce by themselves, but almost always did it in pairs. Larger groupings were also rare; she wondered if they took after other species culturally?

Both parents contributed genetic material, which was their own body, to create a third mass that would subdivide into little Selphids. A spawning could create over a dozen Selphids, easily, which explained why the Minds were not concerned with making new Selphids.

Keeping the Selphids alive and free of the Wasting and finding enough bodies for them was the far greater challenge. Even in bloody Baleros, bodies were not in such great supply as to let Selphids waste them.

Thus, even Elizabeths body was being fixed up as someone spread an unguent over the exterior and a Selphid [Embalmer] did the same job from the inside, scolding Elizabeth all the while.

Its practically rotten. Were going to have to suck the moisture out and then hope nothing rips once we preserve it. Its that or you start growing fungi and attracting fliesyoud better take care, you little spawnling. You find an egg, you get rid of the infestation right away. Thats how you get maggots.

Wh-what do I do with the eggs?

Eat them? Not my taste. Just eject them, otherwise.

Selphids had, uh, an interesting palette too. They would happily devour component parts of the bodies they entered. But the thought of eating more insects made Elizabeth queasy.

She was patently uneasy around the Selphids, whom she associated with the Minds. And they were simultaneously too welcoming and too alien at the same time. They treated her like a spawnling.

Nevertheless, Elizabeth was already making use of their help. One of the Selphids grunted or made a wet expression of air bubbles as they turned over a set of sewing needles.

Here. Is this a [Healer] thing now, using needles?

Wheres the thread? I would like soap and hot water, please.

Beth inspected the needles and then turned to Teyis. The affronted Selphid frowned.

Youre giving a lot of orders, newcomer. Is it essential for you to have this right now?

Elizabeths head came up.

It is if you want me to help when someones wounded. If I need to find this later, its too late.

And you think you can sew someone up like a [Saw Doctor]?

The Selphid was incredulous, but in this, Elizabeth was no uncertain amateur. She snapped a piece of thread with her hands.

I dont think, I know. I need better thread than this. And Ill need a sharp blade. Daggers work, but there are better tools. Healing potions are no longer being made, right?

Teyis glanced up as some of the other Selphids gathered around. They seemed surprised by her tone of authority, but after Agoeith nodded, they diffidently went to get her what she needed. Teyis replied to Elizabeth directly.

Thats what weve heard. The Eir Kelp Island is gone. Some tragedy at sea around the time Khelt made that fuss.

Elizabeth looked up briefly. The Selphids needed potions least, and even they murmured nervously.

Can theisland be salvaged? Is there any other way to make healing potions? I guess Ill have to find out. But if thats the casecan someone bring me any spare, old shirts or linens? I need to make bandages. And this needleare there any curved ones?

Grimacing, she looked around for something to test the thread onthen realized she could use her arm. The needle was as bad as she feared, and sewing flesh together with this

Ooh! Shes so fast!

Look at that! Let me try! Let me

The Selphids in the mixed body crowded overuntil one of the others raised their voice.

Keep the spawnlings quiet, Agoeith. I can barely run my bar as it is. Ill trade with you, but only if you can run an entire business.

Teyis and Agoeith were a pair that had decided to raise Selphids here. To that end, they had purchased a body large enough to accommodate the growing Selphidsmuch like someone buying a house. The Centaur, famously difficult for one Selphid to control, was a perfect vessel for multiple Selphids to grow in.

What Elizabeth was curious about was what role parenthood had. It seemed Teyis and Agoeith had both been high leveland just as apparent they were reduced in some way by the spawning.

Excuse me. What happens if two Selphids mate? Teyis keeps talking like hes injured.

The Selphid in her body patching things up made a burbling sound like a grunt. It was weird, Elizabeth could both talk inside her body as well as listen with the auditory nerves. Multitasking, again. The [Embalmer]s reply was terse as he spread more of that paste around, and Elizabeth sensed he was drying out the body, mummifying it.

This old profession from Earth had a much more significant role here. In fact, he would even have her wrap her skin with linen to both suppress the smell and bad appearance and help preserve it.

You must be new, like you claim, child. Creating new Selphids means you give up part of your body. They grow up faster, but Teyis and Agoeith didnt want to raise them for eight years. So they gave a third of their entire bodies up. Even eating like Centaursits made them weaker. I hear that if you do it wrong, you can even lose muscle memory or other parts. Not that Id know. Im not raising that lot.

The noisy Selphid spawnlings had taken after Lizardfolk, and sometimes they grabbed Agoeiths vocal cords to talk. Elizabeth listened as they were shushed again, and Teyis went on.

We cannot do anything that gets us destroyed. The Minds know that. They know thatIve never spoken to one. Ive met their representatives a few times, and they seemed like they knew what they were doing! Rhirs hells, if we cant trust the Minds to do whats rightthe Minacien Wall?

Every Selphid in the room shuddered. And Elizabeth understood something else.

The Selphids didnt know what the Minds were doing. Each community of Selphids had the same understanding: help each other, dont rile the manykind. You helped another Selphid if you couldyou didnt fight them in wars.

They had to do this to survive. It was as tight-knit a community as any Elizabeth had seen, a minority who had to be very careful. She understood it on that level.

Howeverthe Minds were a kind of unseen force that rarely interacted with the common Selphid. The understanding was that if a Mind sent a representative, you did what was asked because the Minds knew all.

It was even a saying.

Minds think for me. So there are a bunch of escapedexperimental people running around like this Elizabeth. The Forgotten Wing companys on the hunt. The Titan

Teyis was summarizing what they knew. They didnt believe she was an experimental Selphid, but it was abundantly clear that Elizabeth had no idea what being a Selphid was, and this gathering couldnt fathom the concept that she was Genevas clone. They had confirmed the rest of her story via truth stone, anyways, and they were panicking.

I thought he was on our side. Hes supposed to be friendly to us.

Domene murmured in his Lizardfolk body. The other Selphid elders broke in, speaking heatedly.

Friendly doesnt matter if you get in his way. He stomps. You heard what he did to the Jungle Tails when they sieged his capital? I heard it was a slaughter. He even used Goblins.

Again?

Hes a friend. I have a relative in his forces who says its the best experience you can get outside of working for one of our companies

Hes still one of the manykind. A smart one of them. If he thought the Minacien Wall was being breachedwho wouldnt do that?

The Selphids all fell silent at that. Elizabeth was surprised.

You arentangry?

She would have assumed the death of six Minds and the loss of a Gathering Citadel would trigger defensiveness. But a deep gloom seemed to infuse the Selphids here. Teyis answered for them.

If the Minacien Wall was breachedthe Minds had a reason. But we know our history. The wall is there to protect us. The Minds put us all in danger. If word spreads that we are breaching it again, the manykinds will sweep us away. And this time, they will leave not a single Selphid alive.

The Selphid children began crying as tears leaked from Agoeiths eyes. She let them, wiping them away as the Centaur Selphid spoke.

This is secret to all of us, Elizabeth or whomever you are. Word may spread. We have likely lost the Forgotten Wing company as allies. Even if the Titan did this just to prevent worsehe killed six Minds. Can we trust him? Can he trust us? We have lost a Great Companys friendship. We have lost Minds.

What can be done?

Domene demanded, hammering a table. Gloomily, Teyis put down tiny cups of liquor, which all the Selphids drank from.

The new lands, perhaps. Every species is going for them. Otherwise? We withdraw from cities that evict us. We dont cause trouble for a decade.

A quiet silence. Then the [Embalmer] left Elizabeths body, returned to his old Dullahan form in great condition despite years of use, and spoke quietly.

We are dying out.

No one said a word. The oldest Selphid amongst them turned his gaze to Elizabeth, and she saw now the pulses of orange under flesh, the hints that a Selphid was staring out from behind dead eyes.

If we could find a place to live in our own communities, we would. Its not hard, but finding bodies is. We depend on other species. But even if we had both, Elizabeth or whomever you arethe Wasting will kill us all.

Even at the rate Selphids reproduced, the Wasting cut them down. As Elizabeth had observed, it was a phenomenon across the entire species. The cause? Unknown. But age sometimes seemed to play a role; few Selphids lived longer than a century before the Wasting materialized.

And it could cut down even the highest-level Selphid. It was the bane that terrified the Minds, who were extremely susceptible to it. One might reasonably assume it was some kind of pathogen or plot like the one against Gnolls to weaken their species. However, the Minds had never found evidence of that.

The Wasting meant that Selphid young were often numerous and fearless of the condition for decades, but high-level leaders were dying a slow deathand forced to ostracize themselves from their community for fear of spreading whatever this was. Elizabeth was almost certain it was not a transmissible disease, but it was hard to prove without knowing the root cause.

She was watching a species in decline for a multitude of reasons. Sothe Selphid who sat there, flexing her bodys arms and testing the inner, preserved walls of her body, raised her head.

And me? What becomes of me?

You say nothing. You dont cause trouble. What else? Well make a story up for you. You survived a [Bandit] attack or something. You need a mentor. Ill do it.

Teyis decided after a moment. Elizabeth was surprised.

Youll help me?

Then every Selphid in the room smiled. Wearing faces of the dead, young and old, of every form. Domene chuckled as he picked at his teeth, carefully brushing them with some toothpaste to keep his body in good condition.

Were Selphids, spawnling. What one of us does reflects on us all. Remember that. Now, lets figure out just what you can do. And in the name of Baleros many tailscan we please get her a better name? Elizabeth is soTerandrian.

The name stuck, or rather, half of it, stuck.

Beth! [Healer] Beth, help! Help! Someone got bit by a piranha! Its badwe need potions!

Dont use a potion! Staunch the bleeding!

H-how do we?

The panicked Lizardboy who ran in two days later prompted a young woman to rise and run after them. She raced down to a river, faster than Teyis or the other Selphids in his bar could move.

Some things never changed. And while she had lost all her classesthe first thing Beth did was seize the leg, stemming the bloodloss. Then she wound a tourniquet around the leg as she assessed the mess of torn flesh.

Healing potion!

Someone had one; this town still had healing potions, but one of the Nagas whod slithered downone of three the entire town hadseized the bottle.

You idiots! Dont pour it randomly! Theres no more potions left!

B-but Calexn

A Lizardgirl pointed at the little Lizardboy whod had his leg laid open by one of Baleros deadly aquatic fish. Elizabeth saw the Nagaone of the normal ones, huge and serpentine, with powerful scales and delicate humanoid hands and, depending on the Naga, either serpentine or humanoid faces.

However, unlike the panicking Lizardfolk, Nagas were leaders, and this one saw Beth checking the wound.

Its a Fishertooth Piranha. Its left its fangs in the leg, no doubt. Are you the new [Healer]? Do you need the potion?

The Naga proffered her the bottle, but Beth just shook her head.

I can close the wound. But I needsomewhere to operate! Someone find a stretcher and get me a clean place!

The riverbank was muddy and dangerous to work in. The Nagas brows shot together.

Youre one of the Last Lights disciples. A new kind of [Healer]?

Yes!

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The Naga was good at giving orders. In short order, Beth was pulling out the tools shed re-fashioned with the help of Teyis.

They were all low-quality and reminded her of having to work on the battlefield. Daggers instead of scalpels. Sewing needles instead of surgical onesand common thread.

In this case, Elizabeth was using a straight shaving razor. Better, thinner, and sharper than most daggers. The first surgeons had been barbers for a reason. A Lizardfolk town didnt have much call for a barber, but thankfully one of the Selphids had given her one they used for grooming.

Elizabeth was cursing as she realized she might need the potion after all.

The bites were deep. And she had no Skills. She hadnt realized how she had come to rely on them. Worse, it took her one second to realize this was dire.

Artery cut. It was spurting out with each heartbeat, and she seized it before they even lifted the boy up. He would have been dead before they got him to the house otherwise.

Nevertheless, there was so much blood that the convulsing Lizardboy, holding onto the Nagas arm and crying out, might be close to death from that alone. And the fact that he was conscious was a problem. Each time he cried out, she felt her grip slipping.

Stop! Stop

Hold him still! I need to close the

She couldnt stem the bleeding and operate at the same time. The Naga was shouting and the Lizardfolk were trying, but the boy was in a lot of pain.

Painkillers! Do you have any? Or a sleep spell?

No! Someone get an [Alchemist]

The Naga was holding down the Lizardboy with their strength, but it was the jumping muscles in the legs and the slight movements that could throw off Beth. She debated asking them to knock out the Lizardboy. It was better than letting him die, but she didnt know how strong the Naga was. And all the while, the blood was pouring out.

Tourniquet! Get me that piece of fabric and loop it around his leg! The stick!

A tourniquet was just a piece of cloth and a stick. Geneva had a single one, which she used with the stickshe slid the stick in place between the fabric and the leg. Then she spun the stick as it caught the fabric, tightening it up. She could finally let go and tie the stick into place.

Her tourniquet let her breathe in relief. For one second. Then the boys thrashing leg and the wet, slick scales revealed an issue with the technique in this world.

The tourniquet slippedand then the cheap fabric tore. It wasnt tough material but an old shirt shed washed and been given by the Selphids. Geneva seized the wound as blood filled the cloth. She looked around, and she didnt trust another tourniquet.

She was about to call for a potion when the Selphid stopped. She stared at the blood flow and then looked at her arm.

I have to stop his bleeding. He is dead within minutes if I dont. If I seal the artery with a potion, hell lose it. I know one way to stop the bleeding. But I

She hesitated, then looked down. The boy was fading away, and he was staring up at her. Beth stared around.

Will you let me try?

The image of Geneva Scala, the original, helplessly feeling Okasha, Idis take over flashed in her mind. But then she looked down and saw the open wound.

Not the same. The Nagas looked at each other, and the first one to find Calexn wavered. Then he nodded.

Save his life, Selphid!

Beth exhaled, and she was already bending over Calexn.

Alright. Then dont stop meand keep back.

The Naga was watching the boy die in his arms. The thrashing was growing weaker with every pulse of blood; two serpentine eyes swung up as Beth cut across her arm.

What is the Selphid

Silence.

ThenBeth slithered out of her body and into the wound. The reaction of the Lizardfolk was instantaneous.

Its taking Calexns body! Stop

Silence, I said!

The sounds werent that audible to Beth anymore. She was out of her body so she didnt hear in the same way. Her senses, already reduced, became weak, but she was covering the wound. And nowshe was doing the only thing she could think of in lieu of using [Hemostatic Pause].

She found the blood pumping out of the Lizardboys leg and had the terrible desire to drink it. Instead, Beth found the severed artery, covered itand the blood flow stopped.

However, the entire leg was laid open. She spread, secreting the same emergency repair gel and covered as many vector points as she could. It worked! The blood leaking from the leg diminished noticeably even in her Selphid state.

She had also performed a gruesome double dutyshe was cleaning the excess blood from the wound so she could see. Lacking clamps, staunching, and helpers, she had been just staring at a mass of bloody flesh; there wasnt even strong lighting. Once she got to her body, shed be able to see the wound properly.

The problem waseven as Beth held there, she knew, instantly, she had made a mistake. She had spot-sealed a number of wounds, a vein, torn fleshlike a spot welder stemming a leaking tank of blood.

However, the blood wanted to keep flowing out. She was applying pressure as a Selphid, but the instant she returned to her body, she was terrified it would burst the sealant shed used, and the boy had little blood left. Perhaps the gel would hold, but she couldnt risk it.

If she had transfusions, she could gamble on it. But right now, the Naga was watching her, and she doubted even the Lizardfolks leader was trusting. She had to

Leave the body, grab the artery, and start operating? She should have clamped it! But she hadnt been able to get a grip.

Hey! Can you grab the artery?

Beth shouted, but she wasnt even sure she was audible over the sounds in the background. Panicking now, she tried to stretch back into her body while holding the artery shutbut there was no way she could reach the nervous system and do this. Soso

It occurred to her, for the first time, that she was not entirely without Skills. Yes, she had lost most of her high-level abilities. But Genevas time in the Gathering Citadel had left all of them withtricks.

And one of them she had never used in an operating room before. But in her desperation, Beth shouted.

[Lesser Mindward]!

She thought of a clamp sealing the artery shut, a mechanical device, like one on Earth, grabbing the severed tube and gripping it tightly. And then, as Beth let go, she saw/sensed a bubble of force grab the Lizardboys artery and seal it. Blood pooled against the entrance, trying to leave with every panicked flutter of his heart.

But somethingwillpower made manifestheld it in.

Its working! I need

The instant she came back to her body, the Naga grabbed her. Beth froze as a steely claw grabbed her head and rotated it left and right. But the male Naga just stared at Beth, then let go.

This one is not taking Calexns body. Let them work. What next?

Beth was panting already from her exertions. Using her Selphid body wastough. But she looked at the leg and now came to a difficult crossroads.

Two things. Either we use a lot of that potionwhat quality is it?

Lowgrade. Barely more than Eir gel water.

Thankfully, the Naga knew how to read the labels or knew the quality of the potion he held. Beths grimace said it all.

Healing potions had grades. Most people werent discerning, but good potions could cleanse a wound, prevent poison, and heal perfectly.

Bad ones just accelerated the bodys natural healing. And in this case

Even if you dump that on the leg, it wont necessarily work. The veins and arteries are severed.

Beth spoke quickly, pointing down at Calexn. The chunk of missing fleshthe Nagas face was grim.

I know. Can you heal his leg?

I have a Skill that adds to a potions efficiency. Let me

Beth took the potion, measured a spoonful out, and made the half-conscious Lizardboy drink it. Then her head shot down to see what was happening.

It was only a tiny bit of potion. So the healing barely touched the leg, but because the potion was operating at 148% efficiency

Hes gaining color!

The leg-wound is not closing.

Nohe had bad lacerations on his side and tail.

Another Skill activated as Beth scanned the damage. This potion was working on the lesser wounds first.

[Healers Intuition (Basic)]. She had wondered what it did. Now, Beth understood. It was essentially giving her the power to sense what was wrong with Calexn.

Lacerations on the tail in four spots. I can sense at least one tooth buried in his legneed to extract it once I figure out if I can even save his leg

She equated the Skill to a basic visual scan. It saved her time, but it was hardly impressive. In fact, even feeling at the bad leg told her at least one more tooth from the damned piranha was lodged inside it. So her Skill was only one step in a long process.

Damn it. If only it was more advanced she could rely on it. But Beth was more worried about what she might have to do.

Im not seeing the veins trying to reconnect. Do you have any better potions?

Not in this town. I could send for some but

The Naga had to know what Beth was thinking. Which was thatafter all her effort stemming the bleeding, she might now have to take the Lizardboys leg off.

Even with all the advances in Earths medical fields, some wounds were just terrible. Losing a chunk of your leg was not the same as a cut. You could stitch together severed arteries, essentially closing gaps to let the body seal the wound. But a chunk of a leg missing required something far more difficult.

If Beth were in an operating room on Earth, shed demand skin and vein grafts. Reconnect the leg manually or even transplant skin from other parts of the body to seal this wound. And even then, she would have had to have a scaffold or matrix to let the muscles reattach and cells regrow. Full muscle replacement was still impossible because of the issues of rejection to the host, and that was on Earth in the best operating rooms.

Shedid not have the tools or confidence to do a successful graft here.

But she had to try. The only alternative, which had been in medical practice for centuries before the modern day, was to amputate the leg; it would be necessary even if she left it be and healed it shut. After all, without blood flow or any of the tissue orthe leg would quickly enter necrosis and need it anyways. At best, the boy had a lame leg for his entire life.

Do what you have to do, [Healer]. The only other [Healer] in the city cant help. Hes a [Potion Healer]. Useless.

The Naga spat. Beth rested the back of her hands on her cheeks, keeping her fingers from touching her dead flesh. She thought for a long moment. Then she looked up.

I am going to have to use the entire potion bottle. AndI need you to find a way to kill this boys pain. What I am going to do is gruesome, but it is the only way to try and save his leg. I have no other chance. Understand?

The Naga stared at Beth. Then he glanced around.

Get me Yeox and Thoenesith. What are you going to do, [Healer]?

The Lizardfolk ran to get the other two Naga-leaders as Beth took an unsteady breath.

Harvest enough tissue and veins to perform a flap graft.

And there was only one place where she could get all that fromBeth stared at the other leg as the Naga glanced at the potion, at her, and then paled.

There was scienceand mad science, like you saw on television. Dramatized malpractice of medicine.

It had also existed. Scientists who gave up all ethical standards. Beth refused to call them doctors.

Thiswas not that, but it had the same roots. Taking a skin graft from one part of the body and using it on another was basic. Take a piece of iliac crest from the hip, use it to replace a missing roof of the mouth, and so on. Take skin from the thigh and add it to the face.

That was one thing.

Cutting out veins, lengths of the artery, and then transplanting them over to the wounded leg? All while healing the wound closed so she could re-harvest and also giving the Lizardboy enough potion so he could replenish the blood loss?

Thatwas a technique neither Earth nor this world had ever conceived of. But she did it like a science.

The first thing Beth did was ascertain how much of Calexns body could be regrown with enough potion. A tablespoons worth of potion healed half an inch of severed artery and veins; she began to harvest that and transplant it over, connecting the new portion of flesh.

To Calexn and the Nagas, it was both unsettling and eerie how fast Elizabeth worked. The Selphid only looked up once when she began the harvesting of tissue.

I need something. Get me a wooden straw.

A straw?

Was she going to suck up the blood too? A caf produced a straw, which was dunked in boiling water before Elizabeth told Calexn what to do.

She had him pour the tablespoon of healing potion out of the flask and into the straw, but rather than just toss it into the place where she was cutting tissue fromshe made the Naga put one thumb-claw over the straw.

Thenshe would direct him to release droplets of the potion right where she wanted it. It was far more precise than a spoon and allowed her to measure healing potion with exacting care.

An improvised syringe, or as close as she could come to it. The Naga had no idea what Elizabeth was emulating, but it shook him. What a demand for precision in this bloody operation! No [Healer] he had ever met was thistechnical.

While this was going on, Beth had to work fast to slow the blood loss. She had to cut as economically as possible to reduce the patients pain. Thankfully, the boy had passed out, so his screaming and moving was not an issue. The straw technique she was glad to have; there was a rapidly diminishing quantity of healing potion.

If she were a younger doctor, it would have failed mid-surgery. Because she was older and had done this so many times, Beth never hesitated.

One of the three Nagas had to leave mid-operation. The other two just looked away as Beth performed the surgery to save the leg. She didnt fill the entire leg with transplanted flesh. Once she thought she had enoughshe connected everything she could with more healing potion and released her [Mindward].

Blood pooled again, but as Beth spot-sealed a tear in the new artery, she watched blood rushing down the leg. She did one last thing with a final tablespoon of potion; the bottle was almost empty. She applied drops down the entire length of the graft, hoping that it would prevent any weakness in the grafted tissue.

She felt it, pressing her fingers into the boys foot, behind the kneethen realized she had little touch. Instead, Beth made one of the Nagas confirm they could feel the pulse where she indicated.

Once she was done with the grafting, Beth pulled out four teeththe piranha left part of its teeth in the victims flesh to make the bleeding worse and kill them. She sutured each gap, then stood back and tried to think if shed missed anything.

I thinkI think I did it. When he wakes up, I want to know if he can feel anything in his foot. But until then

Beth sat back at last, covered in blood from the arms down. The gloves she had put onnot a surgeons rubber gloveswere red, and she was terrified of infection.

I need a poultice. Something to disinfectto keep the wounds clean. The likelihood hes going to develop an infection is high. We need to clean the wounds. Does the other [Healer] have anything? If not, I can mix something up. I know a basic antiseptic.

A what?

The Naga who owned this house and given the orders was named Vexx. Beth clarified.

A cleaning fluid. For the legs.

The Minds had helped her in that. She rattled off local varieties of herbs and a root, and Vexx nodded.

I can have it made up. In case youre not herewhat do you do?

Beth described cleaning the wounds, changing the bandages, and eventually removing the stitching, since she had used a lot of that to supplement the potion. Vexx wrote this down and nodded.

Clean the wounds. Change bandages regularly; do not let the boy get it dirty or flies get in. I know this. Thank youwhat is your name, [Healer]?

GBeth. Beth.

The Naga nodded. Then he focused on her, and the Naga calmly grabbed her.

You did not try to steal Calexns body. But you used something on his legand I have never seen a Selphid [Healer] act like that. Something tells me you were at that Gathering Citadel. I will remember you saved my peoples life. So please, do not try to escape.

Beths relief turned to fear as Vexx stared at her. And she remembered, too late.

She was a Selphid now. And Selphids

Were in danger.

We dug into the brain of reality and inserted ourselves into it. Tricked into believing we should belong.

The Second Mind

Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

What purpose had Beth? She asked that as the Nagas held her captive in the town of Soxet. It seemed to her that her origin was twisted. She had been cloned against her will, and terrible deeds had been done by the Minds.

Not all, though. She had been wronged by the representatives of a specieswronged in ways she was sure she was not consciously processing and no amount of therapy might ever fully resolve.

But she also felt it still. It burned in her, a desire to know. A desire to understand.

A desire to give aid where none existed.

The boy, Calexn, lived. His leg did suffer an infection, but a minor one that the poultice Beth made up fought off. She mixed it using [Basic Synthesis] in the cell that the Nagas put her in. The local prison cell was nicerespecially because the Lizardfolk gave her pillows and tried to make her comfortable.

The Nagas allowed it and to let Beth check her patient, though she shouted at him for trying to hobble around. She had saved his leg.

But the problem was they were intelligent enough to spot things. And Beths use of her Selphid body was something no Selphid ever didfor fear of calling down the suspicion upon them of stealing bodies.

However, her Selphid form could be used to save lives! In her captivity over the next day and a half, Beth began formulating how, in an Earth-setting, a Selphid might act as an exploratory probe in a body. Doctors used microscopic lenses. What about a living being capable of manually performing surgery within the body? Let alone a Selphids ability to attach muscle

Wellthe issue of contamination via microbes, the dangers of invading a living body, and the danger of Selphids taking a host were all salient. But Beth did envision a kind of synthesis with medical theory. The idea of using nanotechnology to heal wounds without the invasion of surgery had long been floated, but there were huge ramifications in that move too. Selphids were the natural bridge in this world.

If only we could trust you. Mark my words well, Beth. I think you are a good person. A [Healer]what level are you now?

Level 9.

She had leveled four times in one surgery.

[Healer Level 9!]

[Skill Bloodless Incision obtained!]

[Skill Enhanced Edge obtained!]

[Skill Stretchline Thread obtained!]

[Selphid Telekinetic Level 6!]

You sensed that. It wasnt on my face.

She accused the Human, and the [Doctor] raised her hands.

Guilty as charged. I cannot stop it, Beth. I can sensemischief. Youhave you figured out something about the Wasting?

Leave it to me. I am intending to go to the Dyed Lands. Or rather, a few Selphids are being rotated out from the front there. I believe that if our conclusion to the Minds was accuratewe will find in their cells a hint that a cure to the Wasting is there. But I have a hypothesis

Tell me.

Geneva focused on Beth, squinting, trying to figure out what the Selphid had learned. She seemed irked by the possibility she had fallen behind herself. But it was a conclusion only Beth could come to. Mischievously, the Selphid smiled.

Its only a hypothesisI wouldnt want to taint your conclusion with my half-baked data.

Beth, I swear to you, I have sworn to harm no patients. But I will kick myself.

Geneva Scala got up in such excitement she would have shaken Bethbut without Okasha, she had to sit back down hard. Beth relented and leaned over to Geneva.

I am basing my analysis not on empirical data, but limited observation as a member of the species, Geneva. It may be that I am completely wrong. But if I am right, the question of why Selphids waste away no longer becomes an open one. Nor can it be attributed to malice on another species part. At least, I do not believe so.

Becoming a Selphid gave you insight into their biology? What? What is it?

Geneva focused on Beth like lightning to a lightning rod, and the Selphid smiled.

I imagine because it is a normal thing to Selphidsnone of them notice it at all. It is a unique conclusion only born from a Human perspective in a Selphid body. The Mind-GenevaEvil-Geneva might not have even realized it since the Minds created her.

The [Doctor] shuddered, but then she leaned over.

What is it?

Beth looked herself in the eyes, then nodded. She reached up to adjust her spectaclesthen remembered she didnt wear any.

Since I have beencreatedit has been about two weeks. Two weeks, and I have been cared for quite well. The first few days of surviving were tough, but Ive been fed, clothed, given a new body, and do you know what, Geneva?

Hm?

The [Healer] whispered to herself, a stunning conclusion. A suspicion that put the Wasting in a new context.

I ate ants on my first real day of wakefulness. Then food. Teyis thought I was ill. Then, when I got here, I gorged myself until I was sick. I cant eat as much as you, not with a Selphid bodyit just gets stuck. But I ate and ate, Geneva, until I was beyond sated. And do you know why? I feel so hungry.

She smiled wider, and Geneva Scalas pale yellow-brown eyes snapped up, like a cats eye stone in themselves, and the conclusion hit her at the same time. It was not the satiety of food that Beth craved. Or if it was, it was no food she could eat, and she had eaten such a variety that even Foliana had wondered if she had too diverse a palette.

Nor might a Selphid who felt this all their lives realize how odd it was. But Beth, a Humanfelt it.

A craving. Selphids were hungry.

Butfor what?

She was not Geneva Scala. That was a kind of mental refrain going through Beths head. It wasuncomfortable seeing her face and seeing the mind behind itand the unease with which Geneva looked at Beth.

It made the Selphid feel like a parasite. But by the same token, she realized she really didnt envy Geneva at all.

Doctor Scala. I have eight questions for you today from my city. Ten from the others. Heres a handy listbut would you have time to talk over your answers? The experts keep coming back with questions and clarifications.

I can do that. Who am I speaking to?

Iuncuta Eirnos pulled a huge face as she accosted Geneva over breakfast. Niers rolled his eyes.

That would be me. Privacy reasons. We have volunteers who might fly out just to meet you. Which would be a pain to organize security and training for those cityfolk whove never seen a beetle in the wild and think theyll eat out of your hand.

Fraerlings were fascinating. They were the only people who got what Beth and Elizabeth were doing and were thusly impressed by the [Doctors].

And unsettled.

The amusing thing was that in a world of healing magic and potions, the more magic you had, the more barbaric the idea of delving into the body and the brutality of cutting, even breaking bones to suture and stitch flesh together, were.

Fraerlings hadnt forgotten [Restoration] existed. True, they didnt have full-scale access to the spell, but Beth felt like they treated her and Geneva like [Saw Doctors] from the old parts of her worlds history.

She didnt blame them, but there was nuance to her opinion. Niers Astoragon coughed as he looked at Eirnos.

I can give you an hour of Genevas time, Eirnos. But after that, I really do need her.

For what, Titan?

The one-eyed woman was not impressed with his titles. Foliana, sitting between the two, leaned out of the way of the two Fraerlings locking horns as she nibbled on a moldy mushroom.

Three-Color Stalker, thats really not good for your health.

Miss Foliana, thats likely to make you sick

Geneva and Beth both spoke at the same time. They glanced at each other, surprised both by their overlapand the fact theyd said different things. Beth had spoken first and more authoritatively.

Niers and Eirnos focused on the mushroom, and both recoiled. Did you think mushrooms couldnt get moldy? This one had growth on the growthand it was wet. In a state of decay.

Foliana was gagging a bit, But she forced the mushroom down.

Someone likes it. I think. Yuck. Yuck.

It was difficult to even watch. Eirnos lifted one eyebrow, grimacing.

Cant you eat something else?

No.

The Squirrel was the leader of a Great Company, and no one could gainsay her, not even Niers. The Titan shot back at Eirnos as if he were used to watching his companion endure food poisoning.

Shes teaching my [Healers], Eirnos. You can send Fraerlings to watch and learn too if you wish. An hour and twenty-two minutes from now.

As opposed to teaching Fraerlings, Titan? Whos better placed to understand what the good [Doctor] is saying?

He rolled his eyes.

Tallfolk need her expertise more, and we are in a position to mass-produce her tools and concepts. Fraerlings need little; even with the Eir Gel shortage, one bottle of the damn stuff will hold over a Fraerling settlement for ages. Actually, we have two [Doctors]. Miss Beth, would you consent to?

Reminded of Beth, the two Fraerlings turned to her just in time to see the [Healer] close her eyes and flick a finger.

The mushroom Foliana was nibbling on shot out of the Squirrel Beastkins paws. Foliana blinked at it, but she was so nauseated she only made a half-hearted attempt at a grab. The mushroom spun past a [Servant], who recoiledand straight out the window.

Niers, Eirnos, Genevaand the [Servant] with a second course of fly agaric mushrooms, the red, spotted shroom that looked like the archetype of all poisonsall stared at Beth with a kind of horror. Folianas eyes narrowed.

Beth pointed and, with a mental push, sent the other shroom flying out the window too. Three-Color Stalker caught it in a simple leap.

Stop that. Im eating.

That is literally poisonous to your digestion. As a doctor, I forbid you to eat it.

Foliana opened her mouth with the mushrooms red cap in it. She stared at Beth, perplexed.

Im Three-Color Stalker. Mm. I ownthis. Everything.

She gestured around the entire palace. Beth pulled with her mind, but the Squirrel-Woman was too strong. Foliana closed her mouththen drooled on a bubble of force.

A telekinetic bubble. The Duck, the mini-Mind, had claimed that psychic shapes were useful, akin to how [Mages] had ice-walls. This one was fragile. Foliana poked it twice, then clapped her paws and imploded it.

The explosion of mental force made Niers wince, but he was patently fascinated. Eirnos just rubbed at her temple.

Telepaths. Great. I thought only Fraerlings were experts. And Selphids.

Niers snorted.

Beth is a Selphid now. All the Genevas have picked up the abilitythats something else to see if we can steal. Its obviously possible. Not everything our kind does is superior, Iuncuta. With that saidBeth, Foliana is trying to backtrace a monster. Were reasonably sure it eats mushrooms, but its also killing people. One of the Yellow monsters from the Dyed Lands.

He grimaced.

We need a better word for that. Not yellow. Sunrise Yellow? Something classy.

Foliana watched the mushroom tug in her grip. It was a weaker tug than Geneva could produce. Even with her [Doubled Mental Presence], Beth had realized she was about a quarter as strong as Geneva at telekinesis.

Size mattered. Mental force from her was coming from a tiny Selphid. Just like magic, telekinetic strength seemed to scale with the body. The Skills she had acquired probably helped to correct that, but there was no way shed be able to grab the mushroom from a [Rogue] of Folianas level.

So Beth spoke instead.

The likelihood even someone of Folianas constitution will get ill from thisor pick up something untowardis far too high. You havent even roasted the mushroom. That other one was in a state of decay; it could have parasites.

Mm. I have to eat it like its enjoyed. You cant boss me.

I forbid you to eat it, Foliana. For your own good.

The Squirrel Womans lips moved.

Forbid. Me. Hmm.

She opened her mouth, inserted the entire mushroom, and began to chew. Beth stood up. Three-Color Stalker swallowed defiantly and folded her arms. She had defeated Beth with the powers of mastication. The mushroom was downNiers was watching Beth with great interest.

What are you going to do now? Beth marched over and looked Foliana up and down. Then she turned to Geneva.

Have you replicated a stethoscope? Do you have any records on other Beastkin? I will have time for the Iuncuta or whomever Geneva is teaching later, Niers. But at this moment, Commander Foliana and I will need an hour. Ill write up a checklist, Geneva. Can you ratify it tonight?

Checklist? What? Im busy.

Foliana tried to hop past Beth, but this time, the Selphid grabbed her arm, and she was physically stronger than Geneva. Foliana blinked at her as Beth stared at her.

You need a checkup, Commander Foliana. Well start with your medical history. Then move on to your diet and any symptoms. We need to create the process from scratch. Even if you insist on your diet, you need proper meals in between them.

What? No.

Foliana shook Beth off with a weird wrist-twist that made her paw vanish out of the Selphids grip. She vanished as welland Beth saw Niers lips quirk.

If you want to trymaybe start with someone else, Miss Beth? Foliana is impossible to control. Ask Perorn. Shes fighting in Izril, and its a holiday compared to managing Foliana.

And you.

Eirnos muttered under her breath. Niers frowned at her, then paused. Beth was staring at the open door where Foliana had probably escaped through. Thenslowlyshe rotated. Her head turned, and she stared pointedly at the chair where Foliana had been sitting. It was still pulled out. After a second, Beth reached out.

A glowering Three-Color Stalker reappeared, and Eirnos swore. Geneva had been looking the same way.

I hate telepaths. Thinking quiet is hard.

Foliana bounded out of the chair. Beth ran after her.

Foliana! It will not take long, but you need someone to make sure youre in good health! You broke dozens of bones, you eat anything you think is necessary, and youre in your advanced years!

Im not old!

The angry Squirrel Woman turned backand she and Beth began to squabble. The sight of a Selphid woman trying to drag the famous [Rogue] to a room for examinations while Foliana swatted at her with her paws drew such a crowd of the Titans students that classes had to halt for half an hour.

After all, everyone was used to Niers doing unhinged things. But Foliana? Geneva Scala caught Beths eye as Foliana pushed the Selphid into a broom closet and locked the door with some lockpicks in a flash then bounded away. The [Doctor] seemed amazed.

She was really surprised when Beth kicked the door straight off the hinges and went after Foliana.

[Healer Headstrong Healer class obtained!]

[Headstrong Healer Level 14!]

[Skill Locate Patient obtained!]

[Skill Medicine: Remove Flaw (Single) obtained!]

[Skill Quicksilver Stitching obtained!]

[Telekinetic Level 8!]

[Skill Indefinite Lift (Mental) obtained!]

The Duck floated in the air as Beth dangled from the ceiling of Folianas tree-rooms. It wasnt the best place to conduct a training sessionbut Beth couldnt get free.

How did she do that?

[Rogue Trap]. Rope. Im trying to undo the knot, but it keeps tightening. Quack. Even her simple Skill traps are hard to undo.

Beth was just glad that she didnt suffer from blood rushing to her head. She was glaringbut she had failed to break the ropes even with her Selphid strength.

At least shed managed to get through half of Folianas interview before the Squirrel Woman had announced she was bored, caught Beths feet up, and dangled her from one of the tree branches.

The entire room that mimicked some great tree branch and a nest higher up was fascinating to Bethand so was the Duck honestly.

It hovered there, and when the knot finally undid itself, the Selphid Mind caught her.

There. Three-Color Stalker is a very good [Rogue]. Better than any one of my component minds. But all together, this Duck can match her quack for, umwhatever sound squirrels make. Quack for squeak-scream.

Beth sat up slowly as the Mind lowered her to the ground.

Geneva doesnt trust you. Neither do I.

This is hurtful but fair. Rest assured, thoughI am a deadly duck, but Three-Color Stalker and Niers Astoragon could kill me very quickly. I am the weakest of all Minds. A useful helper, but not a killer. Not like the legends of Baleros. You need to know who you are, and both you and Geneva can benefit from mental training. The Second Mind did only give you the basics.

Beth sat cross-legged warilythen got up. She hadnt been hurt by Foliana, and the rope trap had only left her more resolved to chase down the woman.

No one else would, not even Geneva. But Beth turned to the Duck first.

Have you had a medical checkup?

The Duck recoiled and quacked a bit.

Me? I self-tend my Selphids constantly.

I dont know enough about Selphidour physiology to judge. But I should find out. So you are going to teach me more telepathic abilities?

If you want.

The Selphid Mind seemed diffident. A welcome change to be sure, but Beth was still wary.

What do you do in your Named-rank team?

That? Oh. Pick locks. I can blind a monster. Set a trap.

You? Set traps?

The indignant little ball actually lifted something up and shook it at her. A cloth sack.

I have a bag of holding! All I do is toss down a bear trap, arm itI dont get to use Skills, but I am the greatest [Rogue]-amalgamate living! I can pick a lock from the inside, just by moving the tumblers! And theres nothing stealthier than me. I have no footprints, no lungs to give me away

You quack a lot. I can hear you think. Get out of my room.

Three-Color Stalker spoke, appearing on the branch of her bedroom. Beth and the Duck jumped. The Mind screamed.

Aaah! Wait, you can hear that?

Mm.

The Squirrel woman looked amused. Beth pointed at her.

Family history? Do you know anyone whos had a disease or

Out.

Foliana landed and tossed Beth out of her rooms. Then locked the door. Beth rolled out into the corridor as the Duck floated after her.

Did you just try to stop Foliana with your mind? Youre crazy. And Im the Duck.

It didnt work.

Trying to stop Foliana from moving was like trying to stop a tank with a dandelion. Not only had it been hard to get a fix on herBeth stared up at the Duck.

If you want to help me, answer me one question. Why is Geneva so much stronger, mentally, than I am? Even without levels, we are both essentially the same mind. I think its because Im smaller than she is, but why does that make sense?

The Duck floated past Geneva. To a passing servant staring wide-eyed at the woman who had annoyed Foliana, it looked like a duck was sitting on Beths head. Beth got up as the Duck continued.

Thats simple. Its because the shadow of our mind is the reflection of our body. The mind and body are connected. If its the power of your thoughtsyou and Geneva are equals without Skills. But the weight of your mind in moving objects is bound to your Selphid body. Dont worry. Your Skills like [Doubled Mental Presence] will accrue faster than Genevas, especially if you work at it. And technique will make everything easier. But this is good.

Why?

Beth sat up as the Duck begged for a snack and the servant offered it a piece of bread.

Why, because otherwise I could lift this entire citadel. Balance matters. I have often said to the other Minds that they should be cute Ducks or dogs or divide up like me. When they grow large, they grow pompous. Are we rulers of Selphids or companions and guides?

That answered a lot. She still didnt trust the Duckbut as Beth sat up, she thought she was at least willing to listen to it. Then she went to sit in front of Folianas door. After a moment, she called out.

I am willing to take my answers in writing, Foliana.

No one responded. But after a long, long moment, Three-Color Stalkers voice came out, muffled, from behind the door.

Go. Away.

Beths bullying of Foliana, the most famous [Rogue] in Baleros, was not missed by the staff of the palace. From servants to the [Mercenaries] of the Forgotten Wing, her stock rose instantly upon seeing that.

Geneva Scala was a story to many who wanted to shake her hand or talk to her. Bethwas the crazy Selphid [Healer]. Their reputations influenced how people talked to them.

Among the Fraerlings, Geneva was the Earther doctor, and something of a rival in terms of her medical prowess. A friend to the United Nations company. It meant they came to her respectfully, with a hint of challenge and determined to show her they were the equals of her world, if not better.

Beth was just a funny Selphidsince the nature of her cloned identity wasnt out.

Psst. Miss Tallfolk. UhBeth, right?

Most Fraerlings were also not as impressed by Beth taking on Foliana. The [Headstrong Healer] blinked as a Fraerling strode over.

Hello? Can I help you?

By strode over, that meant the Fraerling was speaking from one of the Fraerways overhead as they did not share foot space with Tallfolk. But the Fraerling was very energetic and had that wide-eyed look of a tourist.

Are youa Selphid? Oh, its fascinating to meet another one! I have a report for Geneva Scala from the front all written up. Interviews with Tallguard battling monsters. I was told to file itdo you know where?

That was the problem with getting set up. Beth hesitated.

I think they moved the filing cabinets so the Fraerlings could access them. Its a shared roomI could take it for you.

The Fraerling sighed in relief.

Thank you. Ive been walking for the last two hours asking for anyone who knowsyou cant bother the Titan, and only the senior staff seem to know about Miss Scalas project. My feet are killing me. This is no city like homebut fascinating. Can I pass it to you from a window?

There was a way for Tallfolk to place objects in loading bays or via windows into the Fraerways. Beth picked up a teensy folder that a [Scribe] would have to re-transcribe and tried not to say it was cute.

Youre from a Fraerling city, then? Not one of the Tallguard?

She could have guessed based on the wide-eyed look the Fraerling had. She had bright yellow hair spiked up with gel or something and a pair of glasses that seemed to make her eyes huge. Magnification?

Thats right! Im a [Doctor] from the cities. Doctor Yeiyan at your service! Id shake your hand but the Tallguard tell me thats a good way to get hurt. Mind you, I saw a bird up close and nearly fainted the other day. What a terrifying place!

She was chatty, energetic, and Beth immediately loved her.

You dont even see birds that often?

Yeiyan shuddered.

Birds? We have pet ones in the aviary our Tallguards use to travel with, but even those are dangerous. Theyll take your arm off in a single peck! The largest animals in a Fraerling city aredragonflies? Hump Beetles you ride on? Nothing like here. I heard there were rats in the Fraerways, and Ive been jumping at every shadow. Although the Tallguard are constantly patrolling!

She pointed to the serious fighters, who did indeed patrol the Fraerways and wiped out all threats to their kind. Yeiyan pulled something out and waved it around. A teensy wand.

They even gave me a wand for self-defense. Self-defense. Imagine needing a weapon to just walk around! At least its only [Paralysis].

Beth smiled sadly.

Ive heard how safe Fraerling cities are. Thank you for coming out to help with the medicine.

Oh, well, I had to. Tallguard are [Medics] and [Healers] at most. They rely on potions. Someone had to bring you Tallfolk up to snuff.

Yeiyan beamed, and Beth paused.

Right. Were not all incompetent. Im a doctor myself, you know. I dont have the class, but we might work together.

The Fraerling paused.

O-oh. A Tallfolk [Doctor]. Thats very good of you. Do you, umare you a [Sawbones Doctor], a [Plague Doctor], or a [Bloodletting Doctor]? Those are the three Ive heard appear in your societies.

None of those.

Very good, very good! You know, we have something called blood transference. Its a very handy thing where Fraerlings can exchange bloodbut its complex. I was told the Last Light knows about it, which is impressive.

Beth was straight-faced.

I know about that too.

Do you? Wonderful! Do you wash your hands before you work? Thats very important, you know.

At this point, Beth decided she should stop playing dumb. She smiled.

I do practice proper hygiene, Miss Yeiyan. In fact, were working on a proper disinfectant we can cheaply clean our operating theaters with. Cross-contamination between blood transfusions would be terrible if we get the practice going among us Tallfolk. Of course, well have to index all the blood types. They have eight main types among Humansand far more given mixed species and all the other peoples of this world.

The little Fraerling [Doctor] paused in fiddling with her glasses. She peered at Beth.

Um. You seem rather up-to-date on most medical knowledge. For a Tallfolk. But if you have any problem with a patient, allow me to help! We can remove organs in Fraerling cities, you know. Infected ones that you think are sicknesseven your tonsils. See? Mine are out!

She opened her mouth, and Beth smiled.

Do you remove the appendix regularly in your profession?

She nearly knocked over Yeiyan with shock. Then the [Doctor] sprang to her feet.

Who are you?

Beths smile widened.

A doctor.

Half an hour later, no less than eight medical practitioners, two Tallguard, six from the cities, were having a spirited argument with Beth in one of the rooms where Fraerlings and Tallfolk could organize.

its all aftercare in the cities. Which is why I went and joined the Tallguard. They dont come whining to me about painkillers two weeks after an operation.

Why couldnt you just use a healing potion?

Beth sat with one of the grousing Tallguard [Healers]. The [Doctors] were groaning in sympathy. Some were [Healers]; one was a [Physician]. There were no [Surgeons], because magical medicine mostly just meant that level of specialization was rare.

Sometimes theyre allergic. Or its just best not to overload the body with healing potion. Ironicallyyou Tallfolk with your weaker potions strain the body less. We can develop resistances to our stuff because its so high-grade. You know about allergies where you come from, Miss Beth?

The question came with an innocent stare from the Tallguard. They kept doing it to her, and Beth smiled politely.

Absolutely. Do you have any antihistamines for Doctor Geneva and I to look at?

Antiwhats your term mean?

The group instantly wrote this down. Beths eyes twinkled.

Allergy-suppressing medication.

Oh, well, of course! By the way, did you know that it is possible to reduce allergies via exposure? That was one of my specializations!

Yeiyan raised a hand excitedly. Beths face was deadpan.

Absolutely. Although with beekeepers, the longer theyre exposed to bee venom, the weaker their tolerance becomes. Its a huge problem in the beekeeping industry where professional keepers are forced to retire.

The Fraerlings fell silent and glanced at each other. After a second, Yeiyan whispered.

Ooh. Shes good. But that implies you keep honeybees, Miss Beth! We keep the cute little ones. Sweat bees, masked bees, cellophanehoney bees are too big and dangerous for Fraerlings. Ours help our [Druids] pollinate.

Ah, cross pollination, of course. But do you work with bees because its simpler than doing it by hand or have your people found theres some benefit?

Argh! She got us!

One of the Fraerlings plucked a hat from their head and danced on it a second as the others clapped. And like thatBeth had won their respect. Then they began gossiping and trading information freely.

Its so much fun being herealthough the injuries are terrible. Tallguards are fighting hard against the monsters and Jungle Tails. But the worst ones are the lightly-wounded Tallguard.

Yeiyan confessed to Beth. The [Healer] blinked.

Oh? Why? Because youre operating on them when theyre awake? Id have thought you had anesthesia or magic for that.

Oh, no. We can put them to sleep. But I have to chase them around and stop them from hurting themselves worse while theyre in recovery. Tallguard bounce off the walls. Have you seen what theyre doing on that balcony on the second floor?

Nothing would do but for the Fraerlings to make Beth take them there. And unlike the Tallguard, who would ride on your shoulders or headthey could either follow her in the Fraerways or she could carry them in a cage that resisted falls or impacts.

There they are! Miss Beth, arrest all of them! Halt, you lot! Youll smash your heads open!

Commander Rozcal and a bunch of Tallguards, some with broken arms or light wounds, froze as a group of Niers students and Fraerlings gathered around.

Aw, its the healers! Jump, jump

A Fraerling was on the second-floor banister leading down to the first one. As Beth walked over, she saw a Tallguard dive off the balconyand the bungie cord attached to their legs caught them a literal centimeter before they hit the ground.

Look at them. One miscalibration and they smash their heads open. The rest of them are gliding off the roof! What happens if birds attack, Commander Rozcal?

He laughed, a tiny man with a booming laugh.

Thats what bows are for! It adds to the excitement! Hey, Healer Beth, you wouldnt stop us from having fun, would you?

Beth glanced down at the bungie-jumping Fraerlings. The healers looked at her, and she addressed Rozcal.

I wouldnt, Commander Rozcal. But it seems to me the students might accidentally run into your jumping Fraerlings. Its not that safe, is it?

Rozcal looked around at the Titans students pushing to get a look.

Eh, its safe enough

Would a helmet take away from the thrill of having your head striking the ground?

Yes it would!

Half the Tallguard shouted indignantly. Beth leaned over and smiled at Rozcal.

Would a dead Fraerling take away from the thrill of this game? Because no one here can save someone whose brains are splattered on the floor, Commander Rozcal.

Oooh. The healers looked at her, and Rozcals face went slack. Then he grumbled.

Fine. We can put on a Crelerbane helmet. That thing will save you from anything. Youre tougher than most Tallfolk, Miss Beth.

She smiled at him, then winked at her new friends, who were cheering.

Im just doing my job, Commander.

A day later, a woman was ticking off boxes on a list. She hadnt organized it yet, but it was a sample sheet with a lot of items. She read them off to another woman, who was busily fabricating up a kit you could pack into a small case. Surgical needles, gauze, threadbags of holding existed, but not everyone could afford them. This had to be compact and have enough to deal with most contingencies.

Blood types. Past history of diseases. Checking for parasitesaddictions to new types of drugs, magical damage. Physical scars. Presence of Galas muscle. Skill-based curses or other effects?

We need Fraerlings. They have the technology to detect these things. A comprehensive medical checkup gives us records. Records become a database.

The Titan will use that database. Hes all for itemizing his peoples levels. If we can build it, he will use it.

That is a necessary tradeoff, Geneva.

Geneva Scala glanced over at Beth, and this time when both looked up, neither could quite read the others thoughts. They could guessbut something was happening.

You want to let him make his company stronger?

Genevas voice was offended. Beths was exasperated.

I thought we went over this. It is far better to work with a Great Company to effect a greater change in the worldeven if it makes him, personally, stronger. That is how it works in our world.

Yes, but he doesnt need to go to a bloody war. Beth, I am all for working with Niers Astoragon and Paeth. But I will never be an unconditional witness to a slaughter again.

Beth gave Geneva a brisk nod.

Then have it out with him again. But Ill take a blood bank and figuring out how many blood types exist, Geneva. Okayfield kits done.

Geneva glanced over at the wax-wrapped satchel and the items Beth had layered inside it.

Theres only four needles. You dont have anything other than two poultices, Beth. No potion?

Healing potions will not be available for all. Four needles are enough. Most poorer [Healers] will not be able to afford a set of sixteen. One of these satchels should cost less than a gold coin and contain everything a [Healer] can use to save a life.

Fraerling medicine

Is not scalable. Not until we copy their industries. And before you say people are working on healing potion remedies, Geneva, I am planning for the immediate. Hows the PPE looking?

Whats that?

Geneva and Beth were talking so familiarly that it was hard for most non-Earthersno, non-doctors to follow. In this case, it was Genevas friend, Okasha, who hesitated as Geneva turned.

Personal Protective Equipment. The gloves, Okasha.

Right. You want a set, Beth?

For the field kit. Yes.

Here, at least, they were more thorough. Along with the field kit, Geneva had established a baseline of gear in her clinic. The Yellow Rivers had required full-body suits, but even if they lacked those

Goggles with glass eye lenses sewn into leather, a thick leather butchers apron, a hairnet, and thin gloves were the basic necessities for any Geneva and anyone she took into the operating room. Thankfully, each piece of gear had come from a different class.

Flying goggles for Fraerlings and other beings that rode aerial mounts or moved around fast were available, if not exactly cheap or easy to obtain. The apron was the kind they sold to a [Butcher]ironically fitting. The hairnet and gloves were from [Chefs] who wanted to keep contamination out of their food.

This is the easy part. The clean room for our samples is done. [Purification] wards on all air vents and a [Cleansing Bubble Barrier].

Whats that?

Beth was interested as Geneva mentioned a room devoted to keeping their medical lab equipment and samples clean. Geneva pointed to the door leading to the clean rooms, and Beth thought she saw it; it shimmered like an actual soap bubble.

You can walk right through it, but it should be a very effective filter, and we must trust the spells. I might ask for a filter on the air ducts anyways, and they are not exposed to the Fraerways.

Smart. Is it HEPA?

Geneva almost smiled at that.

Close as we can manageor perhaps better than Earth. As for biocontainment, we will be using lab suits. Foliana was helpful there. [Rogues] apparently have full-body diving suits and self-contained helmets if they think theyll be exposed to toxins in the air or swim through sewers.

Beth had to smile ruefully at that. Everything they needed was here in some form or other. It was just making the system that was tiring.

In fact, Geneva was still going. She had a boundless amount of energyBeth had a headache, but the [Doctor] was fiddling with her glasses.

Im writing up a post-triage system now that I have the help of experts like the Fraerling [Alchimagi] and [Physicians]. We can follow patients and prescribe the right treatments. But well need a code system and speaking stones geared to every expert.

A switchboard? Youre going to need someone to run that. And [Scribes], [Secretaries]

Geneva nodded.

Ive asked the Titan to provide it all, and to his credit, he has. I could use your help with the filing. Or you can chart the anatomical encyclopedia Im working on. We might have to print books so we standardize disease and anatomy, especially if we train people.

I thought one of the other Genevas was doing that.

Both Beth and Geneva had heard of the Dullahan giving lectures to other [Healers] on the scrying orb. Geneva frowned.

She isand I am trying to get in touch with her. But we can work on multiple fronts together. Communication and organization are what Im working on with a Great Companys help. After that comes imaging, better diagnostics.

Right. Good luck with that.

The [Doctor] paused for a moment, blinking.

What do you mean, good luck?

Beth smiled faintly.

Ill let you handle that. But Im going to head out now. And I dont think Ill be staying at the Forgotten Wing Company.

Geneva was so startled she didnt reply. But Okasha spoke up, mystified.

Headwhere, Beth? Arent you staying?

Beth just shook her head.

For now, yes, but not indefinitely. My calling isnt here. Genevas allowed to focus on the lofty medical goals. As for now, Im flying out.

She grabbed the gear and stuffed it into her bag of holding. That prompted Geneva to follow after Beth.

You? Flying? Im not loftywhere are you going?

The angry Human stalked out of her laboratory after Beth. The Selphid called over her shoulder as she ran down the hallway. Fraerlings walking through the Fraerways above idly watched the two angry doctors arguing.

To the soldiers from the front! Niers is rotating them backsome have magical ailments or toxins from fighting the monsters in the Dyed Lands! You prepare the lab for treating themIll triage!

The [Doctor] skidded to a halt. She looked after Beth with a kind of exasperation all over her face.

Beth! Were [Doctors]! You cant just run aheadtheyll be arriving here, and we can do this in an organized manner!

She caught the running Selphids smile as Beth shouted back.

Thats your job. But someone needs to be there as theyre bleeding, and thats me!

The nimbler Selphid was running ahead with no concern to how shed treat the patients long-term ailmentsshe was trusting Geneva. And there it was.

Beth could articulate the disconnect between her and Geneva now. And it was that Geneva was doing the most boring job in the medical practice: taking care of people. She knew what Geneva was doing was essential. If she could create a hospital or a system based on her ideas, she would save countless lives.

However, Geneva had been studying long enough to know the job. Outside of an emergency room, and even in it, there was a process.

Have the patient establish their own chief complaint. Gather history from them, narrow down the differential diagnosis, order lab tests

The efficient world of Earths medicine could bore you to tears at times. If Geneva made it, Beth would rejoice. But what called to her was the immediacy of rendering aid. Not the battlefield, necessarily, but the difference between being in the front and organizing it all. Yet Geneva was happier and believed she needed to set up the system.

The difference flashed between Beth and Geneva, and then they were drawing apart. And Geneva Scala glared. Perhaps in envy or just in annoyance that Beth wasnt seeing the big picture. Then the [Doctor] whirled and caught the eye of a waving Fraerling above her in the window of the Fraerways.

[Physician] Toppledes, meet me in our operating room! I need [Battlefield Healer] Rothefieln, and[Alchimagus] Sopren.

She called out to one of the Fraerlings advanced [Healers] and named one of the Forgotten Wing companys best Tallfolk [Healers]. Sopren, another Fraerling, completed the four senior experts in treating wounds, diseases, and ailments.

By the time the [Soldiers] returned with Beths preliminary checkup, Geneva would be ready. But the [Doctor]s exasperation was because Beth was racing ahead. It was like two sisters, one older and more responsible and the other younger, impetuous.

Who are you? Whore you, Miss? They said the Last Light was waiting. Am I going to make it?

The coughing Human had something in his lungs. Spores, poison? She didnt know, but Niers had ordered him encased in a bubble-spell. How were they going to test for it?

Gauze and microscope probably. See if they could find particulates?

Im Beth. The Last Light is waitingtell me what happened. Does anyone else have a record?

It was one of the Yellow things. Sprayed him

Lizard, mushroom, something else?

Uhuhit looked like a giant damn skunk. Smelled like one, but it didnt just make us gag. Half the battalion were sick, and some fell over.

A panicked [Soldier] escorting the wounded one babbled a recap of the events. Beth was writing on a [Message] scroll. But she took the mans hand a second.

The Last Light will be waiting for you. Just wait a little bit longer, alright? Im telling her what she needs to know.

Thanks. I can make it, I think. Lasted two daysjust

He had a rattle in his lungs, but when he stared ahead to Elvallian in the distance, the [Soldier]s gaze had that hope in it that made Beth so afraid. She kept patting his hands.

If you can talk, tell me what youre feeling and where it is. I might need to listen to your chest and look in your mouth, alright?

She had to know where the damage wasa visual inspection instantly showed her damaged mucosa reaching down into his lower airways. But the man seemed grateful for her inspection and notes, which she was sending rapid-fire to Geneva. And still he looked for her, trusting she could do the impossible.

Yes, Beth would far rather be the [Healer] on the ground. She patted his hands and let him stay on the stretcher that was coming towards the city on foot. They had propped him upright because if he lay down, he might die from choking on whatever was agitating his lungs.

Chemical irritant in his upper and lower respiratory tract. Tell Geneva to get a breathing tube and Jar of Air or something. Full physical, monitoring, and we have to make sure hes not still breathing dangerous poisons around.

The Titan had taken Geneva at her word to isolate victims of the fighting, but the exigencies of travel meant he had to compromise when he felt the wounded werent a danger to those around them. And sometimes speed would be the difference between them getting here or not at all.

We just needto identify and catalog a world of ailments and then be able to rule out one after the other. Is this poison? Is this magic? Is this allergens?

That was the point of the database. Beth hoped that the other Genevas, including the Dullahan who had also claimed the Last Light title, would be able to make use of what she and Geneva were doing here.

But againshe was glad Geneva existed. Because it meant Beth could be right here. And once she had written up a report on the wounded and organized them, she turned to the Selphids.

There were [Healers] enough in Elvallian. Half were flooding out to meet the [Soldiers] rotating out from the front pushing towards the Dyed Lands. The Titan had organized his supply lines such that he could pull back wounded or tired forces. Beth hadnt seen such a thing in her limited time on the front lines; she supposed that was his talent and the power of a Great Company.

Because she was a Selphid and because she had GenevaBeth was not glued to the injured. She took half an hour, in which case she trusted Geneva was doing her utmost to save lives. Half an hour, in which some of these poor people might pass away.

Could she have saved them if she ran after them? Perhapsbut she had to trust there was a system being built, and the system was more important than she.

And she was after a bigger enemy. That was

The Wasting.

The Selphid [Mercenaries] were wary of even the Titans own chain of command. They were candid about a lot of things, but Beth, even as a new Selphid, understood that the destruction of a Gathering Citadel and six Minds had shaken the Selphids who made up a backbone of Niers company.

However, they were happy to see another Selphid acting as a [Healer], and that instantly gave them a rapport with her. Especially when they saw the quacking duck.

Is that the Duck? Hello! Whos got a bit of bread?

Quack, quack.

The Duck was following Beth around. It actually quacked. The little Mind would take pieces of bread, then eat them.

Beth tried to keep a straight face as the Selphids cooed over the mascot. It seemed barely any of them had any inkling the Duck was more than aduck. Even within their own people.

What do you need, Miss Beth? Im not woundedjust tired. Bodys a mess, but whatever hit me missed. Weve got a bunch of spines this Green thing spits out for you lot to look at.

Beth frowned at the green-tinged holes in a grinning Selphids body that she pointed out. Beth tapped the Selphid.

Go in for a checkup. Ill make you an appointmentand switch out that body. The toxins might be hurting you.

Aw. Come on

No buts. And if you want to volunteer, I could use where you were relative to the Dyed Lands. If anyone was in the Dyed Lands or closest, I need to speak to them.

The confused [Mercenary] scratched at her chin.

There are a few. The Titan pulled a few [Scouts] out. Selphids only?

Yes. Would you volunteer to give me a small bit of your body? All I need is

Beth indicated, and the Selphid stared as she pulled out a vial to store the sample and began to write notes.

You want part of me? Why? Its not a problem.

Im investigating the Wasting. Dont worry, none of you are in danger. Rather, Im looking to see if the Dyed Lands can help fix it.

That news made every Selphid in earshot whirl around. They looked at her, then began to crowd over.

Are you sure? Its not causing the Wasting, right?

Is there a cure? Take a tiny bit of mine

Did the Last Light put you up to this? The Titan? After the citadel, I thought

Shh. Were not presenting well. Lets talk in private or inside. Whore you, Beth? Are you Terandrian?

By the end of it, Beth had nearly a hundred samples. She thanked each Selphid and was assured she could find them via their names later. She was heading back to the capital when someone tapped her on the shoulder.

Healer Beth. The Titan wished us to speak to you. He states you have need of our services. I am Necrosa Divisions Mage-Lieutenant. [Corpsemaster] Rirex.

Beth turnedand stared into the eyes of a [Necromancer]. He was a Selphid, and his own body seemed exceptionally well-preserved. She blinked a moment.

The Titan employs [Necromancers]?

We fulfill double roles in battlefield management and combat. Our presence is not usually advertised. I normally collect the deadmany [Mercenaries] have clauses for their bodies to be used by Selphids or returned to their families, so I do not animate them long. Enemy [Soldiers] are likewise better used for Selphids.

The [Necromancers] of Baleros had a different perspective on death than most continents. Thus, a [Corpsemaster] was almost akin to a [Necromancer], an [Embalmer], and a [Merchant] or [Quartermaster] combined.

Rirex was a high-level Selphid and shot the Duck a glance. Then he leaned in as he pointed to a covered wagon.

I have collected what the Titan wants in a bag of holding. I would have refusedbut I understand what is being done. You have the support of the Forgotten Wing.

Yes, of course.

Beth assured him, but it hadnt been a question. Rirexs brows rose.

You have the support of the Forgotten Wing. And the Bodies of Fellden.

She froze and recoiled suddenly in a panic, but the Duck chirped before Beth could shout her alarm.

Rirex, among others, serves Selphid goals. The Bodies of Fellden are not anywhere here, are they?

They have no desire to clash with the Titan. Healer.

He handed her a bag of holding and stepped back. ShakenBeth stared at him until she looked into the bag of holding and saw what he had collected. Then she was reminded.

Medical advancement was always built upon

the bodies of at least a hundred Selphids that Rirex had collected. Useless to [Necromancy]. But to Beth?

She somberly took the bag and hoped for a clue.

Beth was a Selphid. It made her part of a people, and whether she liked it or not, she suspected it influenced her way of thinking too.

However, she was not unwilling to embrace this culture. She had every misgiving about what Selphids could do from her time as a Human as Geneva Scala.

But she also had some sympathy towards Selphid existence. In her fresh body, she had taste, smell, even the vaguest sense of touch. But to live without it was hard.

It was not an excuse, but she also had a sense of just how much another Selphid, Okasha, had been tormented during her captivity.

When you were out of a body, sensation was magnified in some ways. Light felt harshand if you were in a glass jar, the slightest sound was overstimulatingand you were helpless.

A combination of both being blindand yet blasted with over-intense light. Deaf, but aware of booming sounds. Trapped in a small world of perception.

Okasha in her natural state, out of Genevas body, was also a lot more retiring than Beth remembered. Or maybe that was the effect of captivity.

The two met in neutral ground, which was a bowl of water they poured into and talked in. To Beths surprise, Selphids could exist in a bowl of water without issue. Which suggested they could derive oxygen from the water, like a fish.

Communication underwater was also not a problemwhen two Selphids met, they talked, and shared ideas and communicated such that Beth could feel some of Okashas memories and senses like a real thing.

Youre sostrange! You dont behave like a Selphid at all, Beth.

And youre shyer than I thought, Okasha.

Yes, wellyoure bold as brass, Beth! Look at you, inchworming along!

That was how Beth moved, like a caterpillar. She was climbing over some objects in the bowl; the Selphid-made container had props, much like how a room had furniture.

Im not supposed to move like that?

For answer, Okasha rolled forwards, like a pool of magma. Beth instantly copied her, but Okasha assured her she wasnt wrong.

Some Selphids move like thatits just super confident.

Like walking with your chest puffed out, Beth supposed. She was amuseduntil Okasha whispered.

Do you think Geneva will ever trust a Selphid again? She needs me to walkbut she can move with her mind. Could you fix her?

I dont know. Maybe with Fraerling help, but her nerves are damaged, and theyve been long healed. Iwould hope she trusts you, Okasha.

She says she does. And maybe she can stop me if I go insane again. But Imsorry. About everything. Bodies, real, living bodies, are too much for me. Everything else pales in comparison.

It was almost like speaking to a drug addict who was describing the world when they werent high on something.

In fact, it wasnt a bad comparison. Beth knew she could eat blood, and the byproducts of her own body fed into her. But Genevas body was producing adrenaline, all kinds of hormonesmaybe the Selphids incorporation with her wasnt one-way.

Tell me more about being in Genevas body.

I dont take over! I just assist

No, I believe you. But its still hard to imagine how you can co-exist without damaging her.

Itstricky. I have to make sure not to push anything around, and I cant move through the membranes and break a blood vessel to move. AlsoI keep having to make sure the body doesnt hate me.

Hate youoh, the immune system reacts to you?

Okasha moved around restlessly.

Its sort of used to me. Yeah, you have to deal with that. And learn what things you can do to help Geneva. You can make her tired or give her a boost of energybut thats bad. Thatstouching the Minacien Wall. Im not going to do any of that unless she asks, I promise. The Duck talked with me, and I think Geneva and I will talk things out more.

Good.

Okasha peeked at Beth sidelong, or rather, her entire body moved out and nudged Beth.

You could take my place. Then itd be two Genevas in the same body.

Beth thought about that only a moment.

I think wed annoy each other to death, Okasha. Im doing my own thing, and were too alikeand not alikefor it to work.

Oh. Okay. But I just want you to knowI like you. I mean, its hard being a Selphid, sometimes. But is it wrong that I was happy that youd know how I felt? Its likeI think the other Selphids feel the same way. The Last Light is a good person. Shell help everyone. But you know what it is to be us.

Beth considered this, then she did the equivalent of a nod, her body rippling in affirmation.

Ill try to help, Okasha. Promise. But I wont be a tool of the Minds.

Of course not. But any Selphid will help you if they know what youre doing. Promise, Beth. By the wayI have something for you. I dunno if its a gift, but when you asked to meet, I thought Id ask.

A gift? Okasha timidly offered Beth a ball. It wasa ball for the two Selphids, tinyand given how small they were, it was miniscule.

But it was hard. Semi-malleable, so nowhere near the level of metal. Beth played with it, tossing it to Okasha, who tossed it back underwater.

What is it?

Its Genevas lucky orb. I made it out of her body.

You took something from

No, no!

Okasha hurried to explain to Beth.

I dont think its supposed to be there. Ive never found it before, and Ive been in all kinds of bodies. Maybe its because shes a telepath? Or from Earth? I found bits of it all over the place. Then I formed it into this. Tada! I love it. I keep finding more scraps, and its not metal or anything that dissolvesdo you know what it is?

Beth felt the ball all over and didnt know. Only when she returned to her body to look at it did she do a double-take. Then she groaned.

I think we should show this to the Fraerlings, Okasha. Or the Titan. And Geneva. You might lose it, sorry. Maybe we can replicate it or break it down.

What? Is it valuable after all?

Okasha was stunned. Beth thoughmassaged her forehead as she stared at the tiny ball of microplastics. Geneva was not going to be happy about this one. If Selphids ever got to Earth and Beth managed to show a lawyer thisthey were going to have a field day suing everyone. But maybe this was useful?

There was a lot of potential in the Forgotten Wing company. Plastic, Selphidsif there was anywhere to find an answer to some of the questions plaguing this world, Beth hoped it was here.

The process of analyzing Selphid tissue, corpses and samples from living Selphids, was long and tedious. And that was before they even got to Geneva and Beth.

An entire team of Fraerlings was doing the job.

First, fixation of samples with a [Stasis] spell to prevent them from degrading or changing. It also meant that Geneva and Beth werent as worried about dangerous contaminantsthough they were still in full PPE.

Second, dehydration before the samples were sectionedand again, Fraerling magic could desiccate anything they wanted. They were quite taken with the concept, and then they embedded the samples in wax before sectioning the microscopy samples.

One of the top [Alchimagi] came in himself to deliver another batch, including a monster from the Dyed Lands. He pointed at it excitedly.

Weve got the last batch for the day, [Doctors]. It was fun enough to get half of Rozcals unit in on the job.

Fun? Thank you. What was so fun, Alchimagus? Sopren?

The Fraerlings eyes glinted.

Sectioning the damn samples, of course! We had to get an Adamantium greatsword off one of the Armorbane units to cut the green one. We didnt even have to stain that sample. Youll see.

He bowed his way out, and Beth raised her brows. The dyes, ironically, were the hardest thing for the Fraerlings to copy. But when theyd heard Earth and the Minds had found a dye that could bind onto the cells, they had worked day and night to replicate the process. It seemed they were unused to being bested, so they were working harder on this than obliging the Titans requests for arms and magic, or so Beth understood.

And grateful the two were for itbut both couldnt help but groan as the final shipment arrived. Putting each sample on a slide, dying them so she could get a good glimpse of the samples, and then noting down miniscule changes under a microscope was not how Beth or Geneva had wanted to fulfill their career on Earth.

Im not sure what Im looking for. We could do multiple zoom levels if the Fraerlings upgrade the microscope.

Beth complained after processing fifty-two samples in over six hours that evening. Two days had passed since the first wounded had arrived at Elvallian, and they had been getting samples all day. The [Doctor] sighed.

Neither am I. The cell structure is so damn strange. They have cellular walls instead of membranesI think theyre cellular walls. Chitosan rather than cellulose? But Selphids are so flexible

Maybe were closer to legos on a fundamental level? Geometric connectionsbut so remote that we seem organic and fluid higher up?

Hmm. I dont know what the comparison Im looking for is. Were not biologistsbut I cant help but feel like Selphids match some organism perfectly.

Geneva scratched at her head. Beth pausedand her eyes lit up.

What, a slime mold? Perhaps a magical one.

Geneva whirled and snapped her fingers in relief.

Thats it. How do you keep remembering all the terms I cant come up with? I have to dive back into my memories to do that, and its not easy. Because youre a Selphid?

She looked exasperated and envious. Beth just smirked.

[Perfect Recall].

And you do not want to help me with coming up with a glossary of all the medical terms? Ill make you write it!

Geneva shook a fist at Beththen the two went back to discussing slime molds. There really were a lot of parallels, and now that Beth thought of it, the parallels were obvious.

Wait a second. If her factoids about plasmodial slime molds from a project in high school were accuratewerent they able to pass on information between molds once they met? Almost like Selphid Minds. She shook her head in amazement.

Biology and magic mixing. I really do wonder if the magic in Galas muscles shortens a lifespan or induces cancer or other unpredictable elements into the body.

Magical cancer?

Both women shuddered. Then Geneva reached for another slide.

You keep doing the Selphid samples. I have something else we just pulled from the Dyed Lands.

Aw

Ill bet you on who has to do the next thirty.

The two stared at each otherthen after a silent count of three, they threw out a hand.

Paper beat rock. Glumly, Beth went back to the Selphid samples, dying a batch as Geneva put her new item under the scope.

What are you seeing?

The first [Mercenaries] to push towards the Dyed Lands havent gotten there yet because of how many monsters are flooding out. I think a few [Scouts] made it closebut at least one died. It must be horrific fighting different colors, each with their own ability.

Beth nodded somberly as Geneva spoke. Each monster had evolved over hundreds of years, seemingly, to be an exceptionally dangerous predator. It appeared like each color refused to hunt its own side; small or large, if something was Green, for instance, it would predate and be preyed upon by another color.

Fascinating ecosystem. But practicallyGeneva gestured to what she had.

There are other specialists looking at the horns, claws, organsmostly for alchemical or other uses. I asked for a few samples for the microscope.

And?

Its all one color. Take a look. I didnt even dye it.

Geneva stood up, and Beth looked at the most colorful tissue sample she had ever seen. If Geneva hadnt told her

Its green on a cellular level. No, the cells and protein have to be auto-fluorescent. Or its just magic, but everything is green. Organelles, nucleusah! Wait a second. The cells morphology resembles myotubes. Look at those alpha-actinin. Z-band structure and striated. How bad did they say the monster they fought was?

She didnt want to imagine it. Geneva Scala shook her head.

They claimed they had to use mithril to even cut the sample off it in the field. The Fraerlings used Adamantium to do the sectioning. This came from a monster that apparently grew and regrew. Perhaps its part of the regeneration factor?

Could be

Here, keep working on the Selphids. Im just curious. If I had a computer, Id be making a full database of images. As it is, files.

Theres a computer in the United Nations company. When are you going to go back and tell them youre alive? They saw you in the call. They had to.

Geneva pretended she hadnt heard the question. Beth folded her arms.

Geneva

What are you going to do, Beth?

I am going to the Dyed Lands. The Duck has agreed to take me. Either I go with the Titans soldiers or with Selphids. Either wayI am going.

The [Doctor] looked up. She stared at Beth.

That would be exceptionally risky.

For you, yes. Im a Selphid. Someone has to, and Ill be glad to know youre here.

Beth

The two looked at each other, and Geneva went back to staring at the slidesthen trading places with Beth in silence for sixteen minutes. Until Geneva said something.

Wait a second. Take a look at this. Which slide is?

Her head rose again. She had been calling out interesting thingsunique cell types, odd quirks in the magical biology of monsters for Beth to see, but abstractly, with no real ability to process the data in a meaningful way.

But nowshe was alarmed. Beth walked over, wondering what was so interesting, and stared downand froze. She glanced up as Geneva consulted her notes.

What monster is this from?

Idont know. Its brown. Or black? Im told both colors exist. But look at it, Beth. Whyit says this came from a squad that had been wiped out. One of the monsters was wounded. Look.

Beth looked, and the hairs on the back of her neck rose. She glanced up at Geneva.

Thats not right. Its a nucleusbut its not two. It looks like its got a growth. Like a fungi?

Or something else. See how the cells are bunched up like that? The hide on whatever this was was so tough, I was told it required an enchanted mithril blade to harvest. Thosere Galas nuclei.

They were. Beth could see the telltale signs of magical infusion in the nuclei, the repositories of a cells genetic makeup. In that sense, she was not seeing anything new in whatever monster had done this damage. But what made her true body squirm with sudden unease was

The little node attached to each nucleus. Like an addendum to what should be a regular dot. She had never, not in examples of Galas muscle, not in any other species, ever seen that thing before. Then Geneva pointed out something else.

Lookto the bottom right. Its hidden among a lot of cells down there.

What am I looking for?

Just look.

Annoyed, Beth searched around until she thought she found it. Then she stared.

This one doesnt have a node. And the nucleus is distinctly normal.

No magical engorgement. No colorful strains. She glanced up at Geneva, then down at the cells. So if that little node on the other nuclei was responsible

What kind of effect could do that on a fundamental level?

I am assured by the [Enchanters] that magic cannot make Galas muscle easily. Even [Archmages] of old couldnt do it.

Geneva was reaching a conclusion, and so was Beth. The Selphid stared down and thought that while it was not the same, she had just seen something that Earths scientists would one day have to grapple with.

Namely, the evidence of genetic alterations on a cellular level. But this looked deliberateeven elegant. What in the Dyed Lands couldalter cells?

Was something making the monsters of the Dyed Lands? Then she wondered what had happened in those two hundred years. She had to find out.

This was enough for Beths curiosity. The Duck, the knowledge that she had the means and the opportunity to find that cure for the Wastingall of this would have led Beth forwards. But on the one hundred and seventy-seventh slide of Selphid material, from a dead [Scout] who had been recovered from the Dyed Lands, she stopped.

Geneva Scala was yawning, but she looked up as she saw Beths head rise. Without a word, the Selphid pointed. Geneva shot to her feet, walked overand looked down.

What both women saw was this: the alien, spiky cells of Selphid genetic material. Each cell had rigid cellular walls unlike most cells the [Doctors] were used to seeing. Long and thin. Foreign design to Earth. The long nuclei, the foreign structures that were not even based on Earths biology. Everything they understood to be, well, Selphid at the cellular level.

A single-celled organismbut one of incredible flexibility. Each cell had far more components to it than, say, a cell of Human skin tissue because the Selphids were capable of so much variation. Mechanosynthesis, chemical synthesis, allowed them to constantly change to new needs. They were packed with potential.

And one more thing. Geneva recoiled so fast that Beth had to catch her with Okasha. The [Doctor] stared at Beth in alarm, and the Selphid smiled weakly.

Its there.

She pointed down at the slide, and when Geneva looked again, she saw it. Selphid cells, from living tissue, from dead, all looked the same. Just like that. Except where one [Scout] had foundsomething.

Something that they needed. Something that Selphids wanted. For better or worseif only that Selphid had lived. For what she saw, in the long nuclei, the blurry, black strands of DNAwere no longer long, pill-like shapes, but at one end, in each cellthe black strand opened like the petals of a flower.

If only this microscope were even stronger and they could see the chromosomes with a fluorescent or electron microscope. But even the faintest, blurry shapes indicated something to Beth.

It blossomedlike the precursor to something else. An unsettling tendril of growth on the most fundamental level. Something

Something was there. And Beth swore as she looked down at what she thought was beautifuland unnerved Genevas eye with its spirals and twisted geometry

Beth swore she would go there and find it.

Authors Notes:

If you are a person who does the healing in Earthworld, you may notice that this chapter has a bit more finesse to it than most chapters.

Thats because I wrote it a month in advance, asked for a group of medical experts among the readers of Innworld, submitted a chapter for approval, and, based on feedback, edited and revised.

Its not perfect, and honestly, I wish I had more time to make it even better, but I have more ideas for the arc, and the chapter itself is technical in a way I would literally not be able to do without talented people giving feedback.

Not just terminology, but methodology, understanding, perspectivethis is why some of the best authors are talented in other fields. Gun nuts can write very convincing gun pornI mean, action books.

Former soldiers can convey the horrors of war. Me? I fake it. Or perhaps, its more honest to say that my method of writing what I cannot personally experience is to think about how it feels. How it would be.

Nevertheless, when youre dancing in concrete, tangible fields like medicine or science, youd better know the steps, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter regardless of whether or not you know what its like to be in Genevas fieldbut if you do, I hope this chapter really was fun to read.

We continue onwards and believe me, well be back to Geneva. And Beth. And all the others. If I need help in the future, I may put out a callbut it is hard to write in advance. For context, during my one week off in the Volume 1 rewrites? I had a spare two days in which I wrote this chapter so I wasnt writing during my break. If I need to, Ill announce an update offmostly so I can get ahead and do this again.

Thanks! Back to normal, uninformed chapters for me.

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