It was going to take a great deal of damage control later. This would no doubt be an internalized trauma event for him. And on top of Sylasdyingand his tiny god being taken.
I dug my nails into my wound, into the black magic swirling there and poured more into it until the markings were pulsing.
And then I thrust my right hand forward and pushed the rest of crimson weave into Sylas.
His body jolted violently on the table and I was aware of Lazriel trying to dart forward only to be thankfully held at bay by Remnant.
I watched the crimson weave swirl inside the wound, then travel across his body as the wound began sealing, and crimson veins ran all over his skin.
It looked rather disturbing, but it actually meant he’d received it very well.
Things were right on track.
However, it wasn’t over yet.
There was more to do, or everything would snap back to its former dire state. I needed to contain Ruxnoth’s circle and what I’d extracted from Sylas just now.
I pulled my right hand back, then moved it in rapid circles, forming a black luminous orb around the blue power I was levitating beside me.
The moment that was contained, I lifted my left palm from the wound, then began drawing out the amber threads with said hand, while fisting my right and forcing out the midnight-blue.
They drew out inch by inch, Winter’s coming faster, while Ruxnoth’s kept resisting. It started and stopped several times, to the point that the strain had me staggering into the bed, bracing my side against it to remain upright.
They kept tangling, Ruxnoth’s trying to remain fused to Winter’s and lashing out against me undoing that unnatural fusion.
“Persta.”Persist.I uttered the words to the amber threads, willing it to continue its march alone and away from the subjugation.
The blue threads lashed once more, and those I held within the orb went wild, trying to breach it.
“Potestas mea cuncta superat!”My power transcends all!
A rush rolled through me as I gave it my all.
Literallyall.
The essence of my lifeforce that I’d had to draw on earlier to hold onto all of this.
I felt blood trickling from my nose.
No. Not yet.
I panted and looked at Sylas. The veins had dissipated, meaning things were settling.
I’d broken the kill condition.
The wound was even gone of its own volition. He’d healed himself. Already. I’d expected he’d need assistance. That was… unforeseen.
But now things were no longer in a paused state since the moment I’d filled the wound with the crimson core from mine, if I didn’t trap Ruxnoth’s and Winter’s weaves, Sylas would still be in danger.
Finally, I watched the amber trail break completely from the other one at the force of my power whipping around it.
The moment that happened, I fisted my right hand and snuffed it out—well sent it away magically, where it would be held at bay in a metaphysical vault-cube of mine.
Then I thrust both hands forward, and drove the remaining trail of the blue weave into the sphere I was holding the other one at bay with.
I watched it drive inside, more and more filling it, the one already there slithering around it.
I was sweating, my chest and back soaked, even needing to blink as it trickled from my forehead into my eyes. I was wavering on my feet, and my every breath was broken and raspy, strained and barely-there.
