Law of the Jungle (Book 4)

MY VYLLEA WAS dead. The leader of the Tiger Clan had sacrificed himself to complete some bizarre incomprehensible order. And what was the point of living in this world if Vyllea wasn’t next to me? Such sappy thoughts plagued my bewildered mind as I mourned the grim fate of my partner, but my body refused to give up. It decided to act. A healing scroll appeared in one hand, and the heart of a Master stage blue anomaly in the other. I used the healing technique, burning one node. First on myself — it was hard to accomplish anything with broken legs. Bones snapped back into place with a crunch, and I nearly passed out from the pain. I growled and shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. There was no way I could rest now! Yet the pain was so sharp that tears started flowing against my will. I wiped them away and burned another node — it would be too wasteful to jump up and run to Vyllea. Every second counted, and I’d deal with the nodes later. Another healing scroll jumped into my hand, my palm already laid on Vyllea, and I activated the healing technique, sacrificing another node.