Clara had finished another day of impatient patients. They were terrible like usual, believing they deserved her time any more than the sick children they had to cut in front of to get healed first.
Clara technically had finite mana each day, but her healing was so efficient that it’d have to take all day to drain her, but even then she could just sleep the night away and it’d be back. It was unfortunate how she had to deal with the nobles but…
She’d live. She knew she would. She had to, elsewise who’d help the poorer citizens too poor to afford a town doctor? She would have to stay in this world to help as many people as she could.
And so she worked. She worked almost every day, she couldn’t even confer into the odd paladin, Pallad, because he’d probably wind up attacking whoever was slightly rude to her in the name of the church.
She sighed as she walked to the library. It was her place of comfort, a place she could always look to in times of need, even if what she read was a little… unsavory according to the average person.
Thankfully, no child would be led astray by her reading habits.
“Oh, Saintess! You’re here again?” The librarian had asked, tilting their head. They had a pile of the very books she typically read.
“Yes ma’am…” She felt her face warm up from embarrassment as she looked at the stack of books she hadn’t read yet. She knew someone anonymously recently ordered more, and so did the librarian.
The older woman was looking at Clara over her glasses, but then letting out a quick laugh. “Goodness deary, you’re looking as pink as your eyes!” She handed off the books and thanked Clara, and simply waved her off.
Clara thanked the librarian before walking towards her study, hiding the books she had temporarily checked out for the night under her saintess’s robes. The hard cover of the book chilled her skin nicely.
She cracked open the book and sighed a breath of relief that there were no photos, especially since that strange paladin was in here.
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Clara had looked at the black haired elf. She chuckled a little bit realizing that he looked kind of like a character she read about, but her chuckling stopped as Shammus had been flung away by the pink haired elf.
“You seem to recognize me,” the black elf began speaking, “I’m pretty famous, especially in Elvish boy-love.” He flexed his muscles as if to show that, but Clara knew one thing for certain. This guy was dangerous.
And kinda hot, but dangerous was the first and foremost thing. This guy wouldn’t allow her to go heal Shammus nor Pallad as they were fighting the other. In fact, this guy wouldn’t even allow her in the same plane with the lurching forward of space.
She had to hold down the lunch Bariton made for them before entering for a moment as the ground around her shifted suddenly and violently. She looked around and found herself inside the System? Wherever it was, it felt more attuned to the system.
The brilliant blues of the screen were the only thing outlining just about everything, and there was nobody else but them on this field. The person who she was talking to, the black haired elf tried to speak but the speech was garbled.
She did pick up one word though. Something about their name potentially, or maybe it was Elvish and she just wasn’t expecting that language to be spoken, but Kin’or sounds more like a name than an Elvish word.
Kin’or stayed still, awaiting a potential response? Clara tried to speak but another bout of nausea caught her off guard. Motion sickness was a witch and Clara now knew exactly why. She always avoided the teleportation of the mage towers, and now she wishes she was able to avoid it just a few days more.
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Kin’or looked a tad bit worried, but Clara cast a self-healing spell. The system always awarded selfishness far more than selflessness, and it was her strongest spell as evidence to her own little theory. Which means she was strong.
But she could stand without feeling like throwing up, and actually doing so felt like a bad idea in this location. Kin’or mutters an apology, but his fighting stance seemed strong. Clara simply glared and cast some of her buffs.
[Natural Regeneration -> 500%]
[Agility 10x]
[Power 10x]
[Magic 10x]
[Magic Cast Time Halved]
[Stamina Regeneration -> 1000%]
The list of buffs were long enough to begin ignoring for her, as she cast her own Chains of Light from her inventory and boosted those with her light magic. Kin’or laughed and clapped as he clearly cast his own buffs.
“A battle of the support is always more interesting.” Kin’or ends his speech as the two glowed in magic, Kin’or more dark “After all, we kinda gotta throw whatever we have together to win, don’t we?”
Clara’s magic was golden, and Kin’or’s was a color that more matched the void. There were other major differences but that was the primary one. His was bordered with purple with a small core of black.
Hers was mirrored alongside the ground, the gold outline flowing into a white core. Light vs. Dark, a very common trope that she hadn’t actually directly seen played out by the system before today. The very ground surged with both of their power.
She felt it as an extension of herself, as the previously system blue outlined panels were now outlined with her gold, and Kin’or’s own side of this arena was outlined in the purple light. It was odd, felt foreign yet also… Was so interesting.
Kin’or looked at her with a similar look in his eyes. The look of a healer looking at someone to find out how they tick. To figure out how they work. The two were two sides of the same coin, one wanted to find out how to hurt better and the other wanted to figure out how to heal better.
And everything felt odd. Felt wrong. In all the right ways though as Clara dashed forward to be met by Kin’or. The blast of mana went for kilometers. The tiles making up the land they were fighting within were launched upwards making a bowl of monoliths with those two at the center.
Kin’or twisted into the clash to get behind Clara, but Clara quickly healed herself from the injury landing on her back. She launched her chains out to lash towards Kin’or, but she didn’t know the evershifting control of the environment was currently in his favor.
She learnt fast when a pillar rose up slamming into her back, but she rolled into that attack as the pillar kept rising, the damage occurring along the pillar as she used a dagger to get her bearings.
The pillar slowly split into two, falling and fading into nothing as the pieces fell. The location seemed to be attempting to return to it’s neutral state while Clara and Kin’or were fighting in the air, the clashes lighting up the sky in a myriad of yellows, whites, purples, and blacks.
The void was full, and her chains clashed against his myriad of weapons. Kin’or looked like he was genuinely struggling, but Clara could feel the exhaustion biting at her. And her healing of her muscles was magic, but not good enough.
It wasn’t illogical, it repaired the muscle and broke many laws already. It didn’t replenish ATP or energy without eating. And while her stamina was replenishing much faster than earlier, she was still running out.
Clara kept attacking, the sparks flying out being just as beautiful as the landscape reflattening out. When Kin’or decided to make a swift movement, Clara quickly deactivated her flight, then launched herself straight up.
Kin’or blasted straight forward, and at the same time, she had dropped down at maximum speed.
[Weight -> 900%]
[Fallspeed -> 500%]
[Fall damage -> 100000%]
The previous debuffs became buffs in this specific context as Kin’or let out a yelp of surprise as Clara launched them both downwards, the ground shattering into smaller golden bits as an actual crater was made.
All fall damage was transferred into the opponent as [Falling Without Grace] was activated, draining a small amount of mana from Clara’s vast mana pool. The damage was exponentially increased as Clara kept piercing Kin’or downwards into the ground.
The barrier was shattered as the tune of a lyre cut through the air like a knife.
