Chapter Sixty Two - 062He was still.
Small and still and hidden. But it wasn't enough.
Something moved, an undulation through thick waters. Too many appendages flicking, twitching. They circled him.
They were close.
He was seen.
Felix woke to darkness.
It wasn't complete, some dim glowing lights he couldn't place proliferated from a low angle, but all he saw was blue-grey mist on black.
Mist? Felix blinked, but the fog didn't dissipate or fade into static. The space above him was absolutely thick with it. He tried to activate his Manasight but...it was already on.
What's going--UUNF.
When he tried to lift his head, an awful spasm of pain rippled through his body, and Felix was suddenly reminded how he had gotten here. He had fallen.
Into the sink hole.
Oh damn. Oh shit am I...? He tried moving his arms and legs, which was like unblocking a dam as a flood of awful sensations rushed into him at once. Shoulder muscles torn, joints yanked and strained, his forearms were bruised and cut, and his ribs...they were sharp daggers in his side. Worse than the gritty grinding of the bones in his chest, worse even than the lightning and flame of his abused muscles and lacerated flesh: the hunger had returned. It came roaring back to life, an empty gnawing that felt like a creature was eating him from the inside out. Felix felt the beast in his gut actively steal his strength as he attempted to sit up; instead he only managed a weak flop which upset his delicate balance on whatever rock was beneath him. He slid sideways from it, landing six inches onto moss covered stone.
Felix could see more of the area at this angle, and he looked to be on a stone pathway, covered in moss and punctuated by odd standing stones. Nearby, to either side of him and close enough that they didn't fade entirely into the fog, there loomed sheer walls. They faded into misty darkness only fifty or so feet up. Faint swirling marks etched into the rocks he could see, twisty and convoluted enough that he found looking at them hurt after too long. He blinked and turned his head away, still stifling the growing pains in his body, and his eyes fell on the raised platform he had fallen off: it was Magda.
She was face up, her arms and legs splayed to the side, and her armor was battered all to hell. Her eyes were closed but after a panicked moment Felix realized she was breathing...barely. Despite feeling like he was going to shatter at any moment, Felix nudged himself just a bit closer, reaching a shaking hand out to nudge her. All he managed was a light touch, barely pushing against her arm.
Wait, I was on top of her? He realized. Then she..? She had saved him. Cushioned his fall with her own body and powers, just like before. She jumped in front of that Mana wave. If she hadn't I would've died. Guaranteed. And Pit...PIT! Shock surged through him as he remembered his friend, even as shame wormed across his mind for forgetting. Unable to move well, even to properly lift his head and look around, Felix instead sent a questing sensation through their bond.
It was faint, but tiny reverberations echoed between them, resounding in his mind more than his ears. Flexing his Willpower and Pain Resistance, Felix dragged himself toward the echo, his body rioting. There. Just beyond the nearest standing stone, he saw a black paw. The paw twitched, and a beak quivered forward.
He's alive! Felix breathed, even though his ribs stabbed him with every inhalation. Is he hurt? Unable to fully see him, Felix instead focused on their connection, searching for anything wrong with his Companion. It wasn't something he'd done before, but the fearsome need he felt drove his instincts, and after a brief resistance he was met with a series of distinct...concepts, he guessed. Self-contained images that also held limited sensations like touch, taste, scent, and of course pain. A lot pain.
Oh buddy. Pit's hip was sprained, if not broken, as were his two front legs and right wing. He was in an excruciating amount of pain. Felix wasn't sure what had happened, but either Magda hadn't been able to shield him completely or he'd tried to slow his fall with his wings. Felix's own memories blanked out somewhere during that fall, despite his perfect recall; that must mean they hit something and got knocked out.
Felix looked up again, trying and failing to pierce through the gloom. For all he could tell, they were beneath a starless night sky. But if that were true, then the sun should be up, right? How long have we been out? A sudden thrill of fear raced up his agonized spine. Are the giant's coming?
Heart hammering, Felix couldn't make out a single sound, other than a soft breeze brushing against rock and moss. He swallowed, the act as painful as everything else, and marshaled his thoughts. He only had one path forward, and that was to advance his formation. It had saved his ass in the past. He took a deep breath, and toggled open his neglected notifications.
Dodge is level 25!
Acrobatics is level 25!
Sigils of the Primordial Dawn is level 4!
Exploration is level 22!
Analyze is level 24!
Deep Mind is level 25!
Bastion of Will is level 32!
Armored Skin is 25!
Shadow Whip is level 24!
Relentless charge is level 5!
Make An Entrance is level 10!
Intimidation is level 8!
Running is level 20!
Cold Resistance is level 17!
Dual Casting is level 19!
Acting is level 10!
Influence of the Wisp is level 25!
Corrosive Strike is level 24!
Unarmed Mastery is level 25!
Pain Resistance is level 31!
Blind Fighting is level 20!
Manasight is level 32!
Companion Pact is level 17!
Reign of Vellus is level 27!
"H-holy hell," Felix breathed. The rush of subtle knowledge, usual with each rank up in a Skill, was a torrent. His neck and back muscles screamed in pain as Felix convulsed, his mind near to bursting with unrestrained knowledge, concepts, and the strange system-given muscle memory. They faded, drifting even from his prodigious mind, leaving his head spinning with the vague residue of a series of notes, chords, a string strummed like a sun setting beyond the horizon.
Then his core spasmed. A horrific pain many times the magnitude of his previous agony, dwarfing the blaze of his shredded shoulders and broken ribs. The music distorted, the chords going minor like a mournful howl, and a deep gnawing ache that was so strong and alien that for a moment he couldn't identify it. It was the hunger, primal and utterly contemptuous of his Pain Resistance.
--Apprentice Tier in Dodge!
You Gain The Following:
+3 to AGL...
No! He fumbled at his waist, hands clumsy and numb, that faint pain still skittering down his arms. Then he noticed it.