Felix is stuck in a never-ending cycle of job applications, rejection letters, and the crushing weight of existential dread. When a job offer magically appears in his inbox with a salary so ridiculously high it could pay off his student loans and bu...
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Felix felt his head throb painfully, each pulse sending waves of nausea through his body. The orb, miraculously whole again, was still clutched tightly in his hand, its surface cool against his skin. He blinked, trying to focus on the scene before him; it was hard seeing moving blobs. Cain, back straight for once, wore an uncharacteristically grave expression as he spoke in hushed tones with a figure clad in a cloak similar to the one Felix remembered from when he first accepted this damned job.
you descend from the carapace,
"Suspicious of—higher-ups assigned—" Cain's words filtered through the cotton-like fog in Felix's head, distorted and unclear. Everything felt distant, like he was underwater, and even Nix, who was curled protectively around him, kept their connection eerily silent.
of your forefathers. Their martyrdom,
Felix tried to steady his breathing, but the feeling of being consumed by the world around him only intensified. The other figure, the one Cain was speaking to, moved with an eerie calm, their movements fluid as they examined Felix from a distance.
pales before the cosmos' brilliance,
"Already trouble that—ganization doesn't want rogues like me—leaving now..." The voice was soft, almost a murmur, but what they said made Cain raise his voice. The figure reached out, placing a hand on Felix's forehead, and he felt a wave of warmth wash over him, soothing the pounding in his skull. It removed the heaviness in his eyelids, and slowly wormed its way to the pounding ache of his head.
they burn your memories, in a blackened blaze, isn't th—
The cotton in his head began to clear, and he blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of the scene.
What was he thinking about?
The healer's touch was gentle, but Felix could feel the magic behind it, a steady, pulsing energy that seemed to resonate with his own. The sensation was different from any magic he had encountered before—more intimate, more attuned to the very essence of his being; he prodded it further, feeling it linked closely with his.
Cain stepped back, giving the healer space as they worked, his expression still serious. "You, my man, are in good hands," he said, his voice unusually soft. "Remember the healer I mentioned? No? Could've sworn—ah, well, they're here to make sure you're okay after that."
The healer remained silent, their focus entirely on Felix as they continued to channel their magic. Slowly, the throbbing in his head subsided, and the overwhelming sense of being consumed by the world around him began to fade.
"Scanned him; no fracture, no bleeding. Mr. Solares had a superficial hematoma that abruptly healed. Strong reserves, quick depletion. I will give you any necessary prescriptions later." Felix blinked abruptly. Did he have insurance here? "Which Sir Cain will pay."
