Titan: A LitRPG Adventure (UnderVerse Book 4) by Jez Cajiao (beach books .txt) 📗

as fast as I reached out, and I frantically rebuilt it, feeling my mana being torn from me as I poured it into the structure of the spell, feeling it change, as my mana poured out like water onto sand.

In the last seconds before I hit the deck, I glared at it, pushing even harder and forcing myself to ignore the pain of the Drow clinging to me as he ripped a dagger free and sank it into the small of my back, right where the armor ended.

I screamed, the spell flared with gold and red light… and the world went black as I hit, slamming hard into the upper deck of the ‘Interesting Endeavor’.

Chapter Thirty-Five

The world returned slowly, sound coming first, almost beaten by the pain that followed. The booms and screams, the sounds of arrows slicing the air, and the whoosh of spells hurtling back and forth surrounded me, even as someone shouted my name a thousand and more miles away.

I forced one eye open, finding the other one gummed shut with blood, and I twitched a finger on my right hand as I tried to focus.

The world slowly came back to me, as did memory, making sense of what I saw. I was laid on my front, the wooden beams and boards that made up the majority of the upper deck cracked and splintered all around me. I could only move my right arm, and even that was sparingly.

I flexed my fingers, seeing them twitching before me and trying to ignore the puddling blood that was growing under them.

I tried to move my legs, arch my back, bring my left arm around, but none of them worked. I felt the left arm still, it just didn’t respond, while the right only twitched spasmodically.

I blinked in panic, shifting my jaw, and being greeted with a pain like my skull shattering into sharp fragments of glass.

I could see I was losing more of my health bar, and it was flashing that there was a bleed effect, as well as others I didn’t recognize. I brought up the relevant notifications as quickly as I could, trying to figure out what had happened, and winced as they bombarded me.

Beware! You have been stabbed with a Midnight’s Helper Dagger, and have lost all feeling in the affected area. This effect will remain until the dagger is removed.

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Beware! You have been stabbed with a Midnight’s Helper Dagger, and have lost all feeling in the affected area. This effect will remain until the dagger is removed.

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Beware! You are Bleeding! You lose 5…17…32 points of health per second until your wounds are closed.

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Congratulations! You have created a new spell: Remote Revival!

Using this spell, you can make a connection to a failing spell at a distance and renew it. Be warned, however: this is an imperfect method, and the cost is significantly higher!

Cost: 50mana to cast, plus 3x original spell cost.

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Congratulations! You have begun healing your wounds! Bleed effect has been reduced from 32 points of damage per second to 11, to 4 points of damage per second. Please remain in the circle of healing to fully regenerate yourself.

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Beware! This spell has run out of mana before you have been fully healed! Recast or use another method to stop the bleeding quickly!

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Beware! You are being fed upon! You are losing 10 points of health and mana per second…

The last notification was the worst, and I suddenly realized that I could hear another sound as I was shifted slightly. A strong arm levered my left pauldron further out of the way, and I felt the sucking resume, as something bit down and drew more of my life from me.

I laid there, paralyzed, filled with fear as I saw my health bar dropping even further, as something fucking fed on me, and I frantically forced my right hand to make the gestures I needed, even as I sub-vocalized the words, working as quickly as I could.

It was taking forever, and I saw both my mana and my health dropping before I was roughly dropped onto my front as a scream of fury erupted from whatever had been feeding on me.

I laid there, the sound of running feet and cries of horror and fury filing the air, even as I tried to maintain my focus. I was halfway, and I couldn’t afford to start again.

I had just enough left, I hoped, and I kept at it, ignoring the shouts, the screams, and the sound of feet nearby, of weapons clashing, and of orders being shouted in an authoritative voice.

I stared at the woodgrain of the plank before me, focusing on the spell and drowning out the rest of the world. The words caught in my throat, and being forced out audibly as the last of them came, meant they fell from lips covered in clotting blood and phlegm.

I felt it unroll, and a half second later, the blessed relief of the last of my wounds sealed, of the flames of the spell burning into me, and rooting out any impurities. I coughed, feeling the clotted blood expelled from my throat and I managed to lift my right hand and place it flat against the floor next to my face.

I took a deep breath and pushed as hard as I could, rolling myself over and onto my back, finding the grey, storm-cloud filled sky above me, and the fight that continued amidst the heavy rains all around me.

There were two of them, both facing off against the Drow that had attacked me, I managed to tilt my head, seeing Giint and Stephanos driving him back.

Giint was dual wielding a kill-stick and an axe that glowed blue, while Stephanos was using his bow like a staff, both desperate to drive the creature back from me.

I grunted and tried to sit up, coughing up blood, and feeling my flames burning the phlegmy gunk from my airways in a hot rush of air that tickled on the way down.

I ignored the flaring