Chapter 15: Unorthodox recovery

I didn't escape unscathed. When I was running away I was struck by win magic which tore part of my shoulder off. All that fighting, and some wind was able to that? I even gained a new skill called Iron Body. Why the hell did I suffer so much damage.

I look at my arm again. The bone is visible and blood still pours from it. The arm itself is barely hanging on. The pain from it is almost unbearable. Not to mention the pain from my damaged links. I used way too much mana back there. Then my greatest fear is confirmed by the system.

Abnormal Status: Damaged Mana Links has been updated to Shattered Mana Links.

Expected life expectancy is now 15 years. The host will now experience constant pain from the shattered links. Magic is now impossible.

So I'm dead either way huh?

Thinking for a second I realize maybe that's why the wind destroyed my arm. My cloak probably uses my magic to activate it's defenses and my iron body skill is probably magical in nature. It doesn't take a genius to know my arm is useless now. I know what must be done, but I'll need to prepare first. I gather some dry sticks and grind the tip of one on another. Soon enough, I get a fire going.

I take out one of the metal arrows from one of my magical bags and stick it into the fire to heat it up. I also pull out some spare spider silk cloth I managed to make while in the forest for those five years. I cut a piece off and stick it into my mouth.

I grab the now red hot arrow and prepare myself for what I'm about to do.

I first use the arrow head to sever the rest of attached ligaments. After cutting ten of such things, all while screaming in pain, the arm finally falls to the ground. I then use the red hot arrow to cauterize the wounds so I wont bleed to death.

 Now I'm left without my dominant arm. I have no magic and I'm in the middle of the forest with monsters at every turn. There's just no way I survive. Just then I feel something calling me deep into the forest. It wasn't a voice. No, It felt as if something was pulling at my instinct. It felt like if I did go that way I'd survive.

So I did. 

I walked for so long my feet burned. My arm stung like all hell. The rest of my body feeling the pain of shattered mana links.

I kept walking against my body's protests. If I didn't I'd surely die.

Finally, I reach a clearing. My throat is parched from the lack of water. The day is all but gone. 

What stood in front of me was the stuff of legend. A bird seemingly on fire stares at me. It's beak was golden. The orange fire that made up it's wings end with a shade of blue. I don't sense any malice from the creature. I only feel it's pity. I then feel it's sadness.

The bird breaks it's gaze and looks down at something below it.

There's an egg about half my size sitting there. The egg is red. It has a deep crack down the middle of it. 

I can't stand any longer and collapse to the ground. The bird, noticing this comes over to me.

What are you doing? Your child needs you. The bird thinks for a moment.

"Perhaps the reason my child died was for you to be healed by it's ashes", with those words, I lose consciousness.

When I awake again it's dark. I cant feel anything and panic. I try to move but I immediately tire out and fall asleep again.

The next time the same thing happens but I could feel my body parts but I couldn't feel them. This happened ten more times untill I awoke with the sun in my face. Confused I check my surroundings. I'm in that same clearing but there's no sign of that bird anywhere.

I decide to get a look at my body. I've already noticed that my arm is back, but I can also feel something on my back. Turning my head my heart skips a beat. Red wings are now on my back. They look more magical in nature though. They make everything behind them a shade of red. It reminds me of stained glass. They have darker shades of red making designs on them.

Shocked, I take out the mirror I made earlier to check the rest of my appearance. Two sets of two red lines now adorne my cheeks and travel down both sides of my neck they split onto my arms ending right before my hands. Two more sets of lines streak down my legs. I just now realize that I'm naked. I look around for my clothes. I find them close to where I first saw the bird. For some reason my staff is there as well. Before I could go change though I get a notification from the system.

The system has recognized you as an unknown species. The system will give it a new name if one isn't decided in the next 10 seconds.

I'm not picky I won't be staying in this world anyway. Do as you please.

Your species is now Blessed Fox-Kin (Fire)

Display status Y/N

Do you mind displaying a description of my race?

Blessed Fox-Kin (Fire)

A demi-god being of fire has recognized your skill with the fire element. It has sacrificed the corpse of it's young to save your life and strengthen you. Pursuing greatness with your attribute of fire can lead to your immortality.

I have to admit that sounds pretty grotesque but, cool at the same time.

Can you display my status?

Name: Xena

Sex: Female

Race: Blessed Fox-kin (Fire)

Class: Weapons Trainee 

Age: 10

Level: 10

Abnormal Status: Strained Mana Links

Attributes: 

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Earth: High 

Fire: High 

Light: Medium

STR: 80

INT: 1,000

AGI: 30

Combat Capability:

MP: 800,000/800,000

MATK: 8,000

MDEF: 2,000

PATK: 400

PDEF: 300

SPD: 160

Skills:

Martial arts Lvl. 5 Sniper Lvl. 10 Mana Circulation Lvl. 3 Mana Regeneration Lvl.3 Mana Manipulation Lvl. 3 Archery Lvl. 6 Stealth lvl. 5 Appraisal Block Lvl. 5 Leather working Lvl. 3 Blacksmithing Lvl. 3 Apparel Lvl. 3

Unique Skill: Earth Sense Lvl. 5 

Title skills:

True Prodigy Lvl

If I don't use fire magic often nothing changes except my mana capacity. I won't complain though. My links aren't shattered anymore, but they are strained but I don't know what that means.

Strained Mana Links:

The host has gained too much power in a short amount of time. Magical spells need to be less powerful. Failure to do so will result in further damage to the Mana Links.

This seems to only have one cure: time. As long as I don't get into anymore huge fights they should heal.

One thing bothered me though.

Who or what called me to this bird? Was it the bird itself? If that was the case, why didn't it just pick me up and carry me here? Why did it bother messing with my senses to draw me here? Perhaps I can find the information- I stop myself.

I can't go back there.

I'm an outlaw now right? 

It was self-defense though. I have a feeling I should go back though. It seems crazy and beyond all logic. If I do I could potentially explain my actions. I don't think there's any point in hiding my strength. With this new development in my strength, I could threaten anyone who tries to harm me.

Plus, getting out of this country will be hard if I don't. If things go south I could level the place so that there are no witnesses. With luck, the information about my guild registration hasn't left the town yet. I could register elsewhere.

I inspect my clothing and staff again only to be pleasantly surprised.

Cloak Of the Lava Queen (Legendary)

Crafted by a being with near complete understanding of the earth  and enhanced by a demi-god of fire, this cloak protects the user from poison and surprise attacks. Fire and Earth magic spells use 40% less mana. It also makes the user immune against the two elements. 

Staff of the Lava Queen (Legendary)

Crafted with the remaining ashes of a Demi-gods child. This staff reduces the stress on the user. Mental attacks do not work. The users mana cannot be manipulated by anyone without permission.

When used with it's set counterpart, this staff can sacrifice it's self to save its user from a fatal blow.

I blink twice to make sure I'm not dreaming. I don't think I have anything to worry about when I head back. I skip my cloak and other clothes on. The cloak has red lines that glow red with black splotches. The lines are unorganized, reminding me of the very earth splitting. The staffs crystal is still white. The handle itself shares the same design as the cloak. I dawn the new threads.

I immediately use my staff and make a large pillar that carries me to the sky to regain my bearings.

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