Twin moons were rising over a recent battlefield near Origin, and not all was quite as dead as it should be. A low moan escaped from the brutalized form of a man that still lay against the wall. He twitched slightly, lips beginning to move in a silent incantation. Liquid began to seep up from the ground, then bubble, then pour, flowing to the immobile man. The rising moons made the liquid shine black and blue in their light as it moved into the body of its host.
The man cried out sharply in pain, the wounds on his body beginning to heal with a sharp, stinging sensation. He curled into a ball of anguish as his muscles spasmed, again finding life. He threw his head back, crying out in agony as movement was restored to rigored limbs, his voice echoing through Oraton, reverberating and traveling to the ears of four distant journeyers.
Eventually the pain in his body subsided, his heart beginning to beat steadily, pulsing warming blood once again through his veins. He lay there, limply, taking deep, shuddering breaths, letting the white light of regained consciousness fade to a tolerable intensity. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes.
Dang, he thought. Where did Deygo learn to hit like that? He grunted with effort as he struggled to his feet. I hate dying. Jodin stood a moment, regaining his equilibrium before he haltingly staggered away.
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