Extending your senses to see and feel what needs to be done brings you as close to a Transcender reader or wanderer as a Worldbender can get. Essentially, you are a puppeteer for your patient’s body. You put everything into place by deftly manoeuvring his physiological strings. Your patient’s body mends the broken bone. You help him to do so in days, not months.
For Yves, it had been two month.
Every day, he feared that Midnight would die, and that he might never again see or walk or wield magic. He just had half-eights. He had started his journey to Emery Thurm with the illusion of becoming a great wizard, but in the literal blink of an eye, he had been tossed into the abhorrent life of a cripple. There were days where he wished to be dead, and others where he swore to become the most gruesome elf hunter the continent had ever seen.
Beneath raw pain, fear and seething anger, Yves could discern a novel sensation emerging within him. Amidst everything that was wrong with his body and everything that shifted around in his body, something was new. Something stirred. Something unfamiliar yet discernible had taken root, something that wasn’t Midnight or the healers’ energies, something he could not explain. It felt like a foreign presence that was simultaneously him and not him, like a third heartbeat that persisted unyieldingly through panic-induced convulsions and moments of unconsciousness.
It took a relentless barrage of skilled hands, numerous attempts, intricate strategies, and unwavering vigilance from the healers before Yves regained his sight. Throughout the painstaking process, the healers opted to keep his eyes shrouded beneath the blindfold, allowing him only brief glimpses of his surroundings during periodic assessments of his progress. During one such test, as Yves reclaimed enough of his regular sight to perceive his immediate surroundings, he saw it. At first, Yves mistook it for an elaborate cast. Then he recognised it for what it truly was — fused with his left forearm was the silver beak of the Jabarrah bird that had been Master Raidenbarl’s familiar.
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