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Chunji nodded, but the problem was where to start. Otis provided him with the Doctor's insight and seemed to have an idea of how to proceed. As much as he wanted to protest, they needed to take a risk to ensure Davil's survival. First, Davil required to be examined further to gain an understanding of what exactly happened to him.
Otis was fitting that it wasn't a curse. Chunji had checked for any obvious ones and checked to see if there were other wounds. The only source of injury was the wound in question. "They're no traces of a curse," Chunji confirmed with Otis. His newly gloved hand became bloodied as he tried to prevent any more of Davil's body from escaping.
It seemed that Otis didn't have a spell that scanned a person's body. Otherwise, he would have already cast it by now. That left to use Ethos to identify the root cause, the problem...
I am nearing my limit.
Essence Rebound was imminent. Judging from the amount of essence he used today, Chunji had a rough estimate that he had a few seconds before entering rebound.
His eyes cried out in pain as he closed them. "I will use my Ethos for the remaining time I have left today. If the situation devolves, I won't hesitate to enter rebound." With a simple briefing, Chunji channeled his soul's spoken words.
"透过现象看本质"
In the blink of an eye, the world flickered. The gaze was lowered onto his peer's body. In the next, the world returned to normal.
There was a soft grunt from Chunji as he breached the edges of rebound. What he had seen was troubling. "Otis, I have identified the source of the Stagnation." The gloves were removed from Davil and Chunji's hands and dug into his pockets. Retrieving a small vial, he applied it to his new gloves and began applying it to Davil's body. The small was particularly acrid.
What was he exactly applying to Davil's body?
Snake Oil.
Sacrifice was one of the core principles that Chunji had been taught as an occultist. In a land where the fear of Death had been alleviated, people from lands far from the sea worshiped the concept of Death.
Death had a purpose. To give back what was taken, to start anew with a blank slate, to weep for what was lost.
The Great Lotus Serpent had died for the sins of its followers and returned to a more powerful state. Gone was the Divine Beast and returned to as a Guardian Spirit. The recipe created was in honor of their Guardian Serpent and a reenactment of their first sin.
The Snake Oil would inflame Davil's body, but what it did was needed for the moment. It'd eat away at the concept of Stagnation and weaken it. While not as good as a potion, it would allow Otis and him leeway to restore their classmate. There was one additional factor that was a benefit of this potion.
Luck.
Chunji believed that the snake oil brought luck when used. It was the one key factor that they needed to preserve the unknown. Life and Death were decided by skill, but luck was the unknowing factor influencing such situations.
"There's an unknown, purple substance in Davil's bloodstream. It is slowly approaching Davil's heart as we speak. As for the second, the Umbralist's blade had left fragments within the wound. The most reasonable conclusion is that the substance and fragments originated from Umbralist's blade."
The question was, how would they deal with it? If Chunji had any spare essence, there was a chance that he could have flushed out the substance and fragments from Davil's body. But he didn't. He would need to use tools from the clinic to do what his lack of essence cannot.
"Otis, if you have a procedure, please tell me. Error is unacceptable." They both needed coordination on this unknown, complex problem they found themselves in. It was a test with the thinnest of nets that could hardly be called safe. Chunji looked at Otis with his reddened retinas to hear confirmation.
Otis was fitting that it wasn't a curse. Chunji had checked for any obvious ones and checked to see if there were other wounds. The only source of injury was the wound in question. "They're no traces of a curse," Chunji confirmed with Otis. His newly gloved hand became bloodied as he tried to prevent any more of Davil's body from escaping.
It seemed that Otis didn't have a spell that scanned a person's body. Otherwise, he would have already cast it by now. That left to use Ethos to identify the root cause, the problem...
I am nearing my limit.
Essence Rebound was imminent. Judging from the amount of essence he used today, Chunji had a rough estimate that he had a few seconds before entering rebound.
His eyes cried out in pain as he closed them. "I will use my Ethos for the remaining time I have left today. If the situation devolves, I won't hesitate to enter rebound." With a simple briefing, Chunji channeled his soul's spoken words.
"透过现象看本质"
In the blink of an eye, the world flickered. The gaze was lowered onto his peer's body. In the next, the world returned to normal.
There was a soft grunt from Chunji as he breached the edges of rebound. What he had seen was troubling. "Otis, I have identified the source of the Stagnation." The gloves were removed from Davil and Chunji's hands and dug into his pockets. Retrieving a small vial, he applied it to his new gloves and began applying it to Davil's body. The small was particularly acrid.
What was he exactly applying to Davil's body?
Snake Oil.
Sacrifice was one of the core principles that Chunji had been taught as an occultist. In a land where the fear of Death had been alleviated, people from lands far from the sea worshiped the concept of Death.
Death had a purpose. To give back what was taken, to start anew with a blank slate, to weep for what was lost.
The Great Lotus Serpent had died for the sins of its followers and returned to a more powerful state. Gone was the Divine Beast and returned to as a Guardian Spirit. The recipe created was in honor of their Guardian Serpent and a reenactment of their first sin.
The Snake Oil would inflame Davil's body, but what it did was needed for the moment. It'd eat away at the concept of Stagnation and weaken it. While not as good as a potion, it would allow Otis and him leeway to restore their classmate. There was one additional factor that was a benefit of this potion.
Luck.
Chunji believed that the snake oil brought luck when used. It was the one key factor that they needed to preserve the unknown. Life and Death were decided by skill, but luck was the unknowing factor influencing such situations.
"There's an unknown, purple substance in Davil's bloodstream. It is slowly approaching Davil's heart as we speak. As for the second, the Umbralist's blade had left fragments within the wound. The most reasonable conclusion is that the substance and fragments originated from Umbralist's blade."
The question was, how would they deal with it? If Chunji had any spare essence, there was a chance that he could have flushed out the substance and fragments from Davil's body. But he didn't. He would need to use tools from the clinic to do what his lack of essence cannot.
"Otis, if you have a procedure, please tell me. Error is unacceptable." They both needed coordination on this unknown, complex problem they found themselves in. It was a test with the thinnest of nets that could hardly be called safe. Chunji looked at Otis with his reddened retinas to hear confirmation.
I guess Chunji may as well assist Otis and give him insight with his Ethos. That and maybe take out the snake oil as well.
Hmmm, I see.
Well, I don't know if it warrants another post, but Chunji will probably stabilize Davil. Are there any other physical signs of the Umbralist's doing? He's most likely a person of the Divine Conduit and tried to perform some sort of ritual with Davil. Is Chunji able to use Ethos without going into essence rebound?
Well, I don't know if it warrants another post, but Chunji will probably stabilize Davil. Are there any other physical signs of the Umbralist's doing? He's most likely a person of the Divine Conduit and tried to perform some sort of ritual with Davil. Is Chunji able to use Ethos without going into essence rebound?
Oh that’s awkward but yeah he didn’t. He only turned his head and yelled while going to help Otis with Davil.
Since Otis brought it up, would Chunji be able to identify whether or not Davil is afflicted with a curse?
Thanks, it's just I felt that it bounced around too many points of interest.
Not entirely satisfied with my post, but here it goes.
Fire.
The inferno consumed everything around Chunji. The heat licked his skin and turned everything to ash. His father, like wax, melted before his eyes. The dog he cared for soon returned to ash. The forests, the sky, everything was on fire. The only thing that had a semblance beyond this hellscape was the cackles of his mother. Incoherent, mad raving that only came in parts to Chunji.
"Burn! It- Return- to the-!"
Bits of pieces soon faded away as Chunji knelt upon the burning floorboards. His eyes did not meet the Great Serpent that stared before him. Words untold didn't need to be heard; they could be felt. Chunji could feel the Great Serpent's millenium-emotions that ran deeper than his blood. He could feel the anger, the disappointment, and the sorrow.
A snake soon slithered its way towards him. Its beady eyes focused and dilated upon him. The weight of consequence manifests. It slithered up his arm and soon coiled itself around his neck. The snake brought its head around and-
Pain.
Chunji slowly opened his eyes to the roof of the clinic ceiling. His body felt oddly better, but he was slightly tired. His perception of the world was almost wavy. Something had happened when he was unconscious, but there was little to think about it. The depths of his unconscious were calling on to him once more the work of opioids. Despite that, he got up.
His hand reached toward the back of his neck. There was something that he needed to confirm. A sign that his parents had warned him about. Eventually, he found it. Smooth and dry, a scale.
He heard Ciara's voice echoing the darkness of his unconscious—a plea for mercy, for empathy.
Then her lips spoke of sin.
Despite the strange atmosphere and the unknown pressure that originated from Ciara, Chunji felt that he needed to speak. He would not abide such debauchery.
The mind became lucid, his eyes simmering in anger. There was nothing short of venom in his voice. "That is no excuse. You've done nothing more other than debase yourself," Chunji would admonish his classmate. Before he could speak more, Chunji bit his tongue before he had anything more to say.
There was a lot he didn't know, he reasoned. Even though he had connected the dots about what happened at the arena, it was pointless to talk to a barely lucid Ciara.
He needed to divert his attention to something else. Chunji looked over to Otis and Davil, and then he got out of bed. His legs wobbled, but he straightened his posture and supported himself against the bed.
Seeing as the Doctor did not heal Davil, it would seem that there was something that prevented him from doing so. "What is his condition?" An inquiry for Otis.
The inferno consumed everything around Chunji. The heat licked his skin and turned everything to ash. His father, like wax, melted before his eyes. The dog he cared for soon returned to ash. The forests, the sky, everything was on fire. The only thing that had a semblance beyond this hellscape was the cackles of his mother. Incoherent, mad raving that only came in parts to Chunji.
"Burn! It- Return- to the-!"
Bits of pieces soon faded away as Chunji knelt upon the burning floorboards. His eyes did not meet the Great Serpent that stared before him. Words untold didn't need to be heard; they could be felt. Chunji could feel the Great Serpent's millenium-emotions that ran deeper than his blood. He could feel the anger, the disappointment, and the sorrow.
A snake soon slithered its way towards him. Its beady eyes focused and dilated upon him. The weight of consequence manifests. It slithered up his arm and soon coiled itself around his neck. The snake brought its head around and-
Pain.
Chunji slowly opened his eyes to the roof of the clinic ceiling. His body felt oddly better, but he was slightly tired. His perception of the world was almost wavy. Something had happened when he was unconscious, but there was little to think about it. The depths of his unconscious were calling on to him once more the work of opioids. Despite that, he got up.
His hand reached toward the back of his neck. There was something that he needed to confirm. A sign that his parents had warned him about. Eventually, he found it. Smooth and dry, a scale.
He heard Ciara's voice echoing the darkness of his unconscious—a plea for mercy, for empathy.
Then her lips spoke of sin.
Despite the strange atmosphere and the unknown pressure that originated from Ciara, Chunji felt that he needed to speak. He would not abide such debauchery.
The mind became lucid, his eyes simmering in anger. There was nothing short of venom in his voice. "That is no excuse. You've done nothing more other than debase yourself," Chunji would admonish his classmate. Before he could speak more, Chunji bit his tongue before he had anything more to say.
There was a lot he didn't know, he reasoned. Even though he had connected the dots about what happened at the arena, it was pointless to talk to a barely lucid Ciara.
He needed to divert his attention to something else. Chunji looked over to Otis and Davil, and then he got out of bed. His legs wobbled, but he straightened his posture and supported himself against the bed.
Seeing as the Doctor did not heal Davil, it would seem that there was something that prevented him from doing so. "What is his condition?" An inquiry for Otis.
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