Strife of the Gods

Scars Fade

I woke up gasping for breath, my hands clawing at my throat.

Taking a look around me, I noticed I was in a room in the castle, probably one of the medical wards.

"Ugh, what happened." I groaned as I got up from my bed.

[Your dumbass self decided to attack Agrona of all people. You're lucky you aren't dead.]

Ah, that was stupid of me.

'Agrona?'

I sighed, explaining what happened.

'He seems very persistent in recruiting you,' he pointed out.

He says he's interested in me and Arthur due to our status as reincarnators.

'I'm still confused on how he knew that.'

[I'm more concerned about the spy in Losvillion. Your reincarnation isn't really that important as that. Come on, how’s your past life even connected to this?]

Hell if I know man.

I replied as I got up from my bed, inspecting my body.

I removed the bandages around my shoulder, blood seeping from my wound.

Entering my first phase, I used Tartarean Vitality to heal it.

But a sharp pain from my core stopped me before I could make much progress.

"The hell?" I whispered.

[You overexerted yourself back there, hastening your transformation.]

'How long has it been since I passed out?' I asked as I deactivated the key.

That’s gonna leave a scar.

'A few hours.'

Makes sense why I haven't recovered then.

I need something to wear.

I brought out another coat from my shadow storage, for once thankful about Sierra pestering me to keep spare clothes in it.

After shrugging into the long coat, I walked over to the door, swinging it open.

And the faces of my teammates greet me from either side.

"Yeah, I'm still alive." 

I was immediately assaulted by a black blur as Kathyln wrapped her arms around me.

"You've been hugging me a lot recently." I commented as she let go.

"Man, that was scary. You just dropped like a stone as soon as the guy released you. We thought you died for a second there." Owen broke the tension.

"I'm not dying that easily." I retorted, smirking at him.

Claire shook her head, "You always managed to get into trouble, even back at the academy."

"It's part of my charm." I shot back.

"You sound like you enjoy it. You sure you aren't a masochist?" Zach spoke, raising an eyebrow.

"Nope, that's my brother."

"What about your injuries?" Brandon was straight to the point.

“Tis but a scratch.”

He narrowed his eyes at me.

I sighed, "They barely hurt." 

He looks at me skeptically, "You were stabbed through your shoulder and had a massive cut across your torso and god knows how many more lacerations."