Floating Log

Floating Log

Year 116

The demon king arrived. The heroes were ready. A battle was fought in the southern continent, far away. It was the battle of legends. The heroes fought valiantly, and after days of constant fighting, they won a hard fought battle.

The battlefield was ripped, the ground itself twisted by the magics.

[Demon King Nergal was slain]

Or so the news goes.

But on the very day the demon king died, the heroes teleported to me.

Aeon. Gerrard was frantic, he ran. All of us have been cursed by the demon kings disease.

Gerrard looked extremely pale, and though he ran, I could see his spirit flickering, not a good sign by any measure. Mirei was awake, too, but she was flickering as well. Harris lost an arm and a leg, and he had a massive gash across his body, the armor that protected him half-charred and burnt. Mirei too, lost both her legs, and two massive lightning elementals carried their master. In Harriss case, one of his summons supported him like a crutch.

Gerrard was the only one with his limbs intact, but he looked like big chunks of his skin was covered in... pus. They all used their heroic magic to hold themselves together.

A damned plague demon. Gerrard said. And we dont have a healer!

And...

Youre a great healer. Harris said, coughing.

I paused, and inwardly I took a deep breath. Fine. But my medical services will cost you. At that very moment, memories of exorbitant medical insurance bills flashed before my very eyes, but then, I am the hospital. I could probably earn a lot of valuable supplies from this endeavour.

That was how I had 3 heroes in healing pods in my body. All of them suffered, and somehow, even though they lost their limbs on that very same day, the demons plague-touch meant it couldnt be regenerated.

In normal cases where the cut occurred just recently, the soul hasnt forgotten its limbs, so its possible to regenerate a limb. But this demon king somehow inserted something into the soul that stopped that. I had to quickly intervene so that the limbs of their souls dont disintegrate. I also had to quickly use all the healing I have to gradually extract the demonic energy out.

But this was a plague-focused demon king, and its power here is not to be trifled with. Its almost like the demon king, who received the bombardment of hexbombs, learned to use the disease-like power of hex.

Adaptive demons.

Thats such a scary, scary thought.

The three heroes rested in their pods for days, as I tried to lessen the effect of the wounds. Gerrard, comparatively, had it easier than the rest. It was significantly easier to just cut-off the sick part and then just regenerate it.

Couldnt you cut off for us too? Harris and Mirei both asked.

In both your cases, the Demon Kings damage is in the soul. Cutting it wont fix it. The corruption must be purged from the soul, then only the limbs will regenerate.

Shit.

Gerrard, relieved to be the first to be discharged after a week in the pod, didnt leave yet. He stayed in the [secret hideout], and watched his two fellow earthlings.

We wouldve died if not for Harriss beacon. There was no way we could get anywhere with a good-enough healer in time.

Tough fight, eh? I entertained him. Harris and Mirei, since the damage is a soul-level damage, had to go to sleep. I reckon they need something like my [Domain : Roots of Life] to actually fight back the demon kings corruption. I had to use my soul forge to prevent decay of the souls blueprint for their limbs.

Yeah. It wasnt very physically tough to kill but its use of gases, poisons and those gooey stuff meant we were all constantly taking damage. All our armors were destroyed. Gerrard showed off his specially made anti-demon weapon, its half-rotten, as if somebody poured a fuckton of acid on it.

At least it didnt detonate.

Anyway, now that I am their healer, and essentially their lives on my hands, Ive started to demand for more things as compensation for my healing services. Like gems. A lot of them.

So, this finally allowed me to repair my [Grand Mind Tree].

With that, I felt a return of more statistics and numbers to my mind, and it checked my thoughts for the presence of external influences.

So, my Rottedlands expansion continued, and we claimed more areas. So, after a good amount of area was reclaimed, I opened up segments 11 to 15 for new refugees and migrants. There were some areas Ive set aside as hybrid-tree parks, where these are the hybrid plants that Ive gained control over.

I reckon some of these new refugees will be surprised by it, but I decided to let it be.

You guys seriously didnt find anything that was the source of the corruption? I asked Harris about the crystal that they destroyed a few years back.

Harris probably was quite surprised that only now I spoke about it, since, well, we had that discussion many years ago. Uh... no. We were honestly just looking for our fellow heroes. After we destroyed the crystals and got the notification, we just... stopped?

Is there a source of all these corruption? I wondered to myself. It may be possible, if my understanding of the hybrid botany improves, to trace its energy source through the roots of these hybrid demon plants. It must come from somewhere.

But its something I fear to do.

If it is the abyss Im looking into, it may well look into me as well. Would I end up like Zeratul, accidentally revealing the location of the homeworld to the demons? I immediately set the Grand Mind Tree to act as an antivirus and firewall, to block out any attempted intrusions into my mind. Alexis had already revealed plenty to the demons, when she was trapped in the fire-demon mode, or so did Simone and Victor.

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Im home! Lausanne returned after... years of travelling. She gave Laufen a hug. It was pretty much the first thing she did.

Youve been away for very long. Laufen looked at her growing daughter. How was it?

They had lunch together. Oh. Ive been to all the continents! I fought lots of monsters and creatures.

Thats good. Did you find anything, or... anyone?

Lausanne nodded shyly. Yes. Erm... thats part of why I came back, mom.

Oh?

I... uh... joined an adventurer team when I was in the continents. And erm... I travelled with them for a few years.

And? Laufen had the look of an expecting mom, like, come on, drop the bomb already.

Im thinking of getting married to him. My captain.

Ah. Laufen nodded knowingly. So, is he here? Did he come?

...yes. Hes like... in the inn. I wanted to just uh... tell you about him first, before you meet him.

Dont be silly. I was expecting this to happen! No young elven girl goes travelling around the world for almost 7 to 8 years and does not find someone to fall in love with. Laufen smiled and gave her daughter a knowing look. So uh. Youre here to invite me to the wedding, I suppose?

...yeah. Lausanne said shyly.

In my mind, well, that escalated quickly. Shes just a kid. Then a teen. And now shes getting married. I... if I was human Id probably need to take some time off and accept this. Like... wow. Time sure moves quickly, and its even more pronounced when I see all these other people moving on with their lives.

I feel... lonely. At that moment, I could feel a sense of warmth and belonging from all my fellow trees, like they were trying to comfort me.

[Grand MInd Tree has intercepted attempted Influence from trees. The following message was deleted: We are one, we trees are all one.]

Yeah. A trees forever alone. All these other trees in the forest, but I am still just me.