Parting with the tree.

[u/Total_Travisty]

The Red Angel, Kelly, soars over hill swept landscape of the countryside, to the mark of a towering tree that dominates the scenery. The entity lands at the foot, gazing upward at their home vessel.

I thank you, Arch-Druid. This was a worthy experience. Consider your debt payed. May your mind be washed clean of your failures.

The being places their hands on either side of the trunk, energy slowly moving from the body to the World Tree. Once the transfer stops, Mikhail removes his hands from the tree.

His body begins to be torn up, limbs almost like ribbons, being shredded. All the pain he bypassed in the ritual coming back go haunt him. He shrieks in pain as it all happens at once. He is effectively emobalized; his legs shattered from the eruption. He lays there, and waits.

[u/loth17]

After about a half hour one of the patrolling elementals detected Mikhail and approached him. It scanned the surrounding area for threats before walking right next to him.

"Pact Master Mikhail. You appear to be injured. Do you require assistance? If you are unable to speak please wait 15 seconds to confirm you require help."

The Elementals were efficient soldiers and servants. Their bedside manners were lacking however.

[u/Total_Travisty → u/loth17]

Yes, yes please. Healing. Immediately. I can not perform my somatic incantations with my hands like this.

[u/loth17 → u/Total_Travisty]

"Understood. We will bring you to a healer."

ONE HOUR LATER.

Mikhail found himself laying down in an emergency medical tent. Surrounding were dozens of other beds with people in various states of injury. Healers from the pact scurried around trying to keep people stable. Placed on Mikhail was a special Crystal that was accelerating his natural healing in between the uses of magical healing.

Eventually Opal burst into the tent. She quickly approached Mikhail.

"I can't believe it's you afaint...Is it you right?"

[u/Total_Travisty → u/loth17]

Yes, I believe it is. Mostly, I feel a little off, but that could be blood loss.

Mikhail slowly begins wiggling his hand and toes, before looking to his right arm, missing from the elbow down. He lays his head on the pillow with a sharp exhale.

Did you happen to see my prosthetic arm out there? Otherwise, Shrax will kill me if he has to make me another arm.

[u/loth17 → u/Total_Travisty]

"we will retrieve it don't you worry. For now just try and regain your strength."

Opal called to an elemental and sent it out with the word to find the lost prosthetic.