In the sanctified confines of the Rohese family’s infirmary, an assembly of spirit warrior healers convened, their skills and attentions solely dedicated to Lustria’s grievous condition. The air was thick with the scent of potent elixirs and the murmurs of ancient healing incantations, casting an atmosphere of solemnity and concentrated effort.
A myriad of potent potions and restorative spells were employed in unison, weaving a complex tapestry of healing energies that enveloped Lustria in a cocoon of light, nature and warmth. This soft, ethereal illumination bathed the chamber, lending it an almost celestial ambiance.
Frederyc and Elisa, standing as silent sentinels by Lustria’s bedside, observed each delicate operation with bated breaths. The venom from the viper, a malevolent brew of unparalleled potency, presented a formidable challenge even to their experienced cadre of healers. It was a toxin that sought not just to wound but to ravage, leaving a trail of destruction that was difficult to mend.
Despite the gravity of Lustria’s condition, the expertise of the Rohese family’s healers began to turn the tide. Slowly, the venom’s relentless advance was halted, then gradually reversed, as the combined might of spells and potions began to repair the damage wrought upon her body.
The once life-threatening wounds began to close, the venom’s sinister hue fading from her veins as it was methodically cleansed from her system.
Frederyc and Elisa, witnessing the initial signs of Lustria’s recovery, felt a profound sense of relief wash over them for their grandson’s friend. Yet, their expressions remained tinged with concern. The battle with the venom was won, but the war for Lustria’s full recovery was far from over. They understood the ordeal may have left its mark, not just on her body, but on her spirit as well.
Lassim, observing from a distance, felt a tumult of emotions as he watched the healers work. The storm of his feelings had quieted down, replaced by a deep sense of gratitude towards his grandparents for their swift action. Yet, the sight of Lustria, injured because of a mission he had proposed, weighed heavily on him.
Frederyc eventually broke the silence, turning to Lassim with a reassuring look. "She will recover fully," he began, his voice carrying a mixture of authority and comfort. "However, the injuries to her face and arms... they will leave scars. Minor, but present. Until she reaches the Spirit Growth stage and evolves her body, they will remain."
The words hit Lassim like a physical blow, a gut punch of the reality of the situation sinking in. The adventure that had started with excitement and the camaraderie to carry his friends through a harder mission had ended in pain and lasting marks for one of them. Sirium himself was still, presumptively, making his way back from Evergreen City as well.
Elisa stepped closer to Lassim, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "It was an unforeseeable incident, Lassim. You saved her life. Remember that." Her voice was soft, imbued with warmth and understanding, trying to ease the guilt that shadowed his features.
Encouraged to rest after the ordeal, Lassim reluctantly agreed, though sleep was the furthest from his mind. As he made his way to the guest room, his heart was heavy with thoughts of Lustria’s suffering and the scars that would serve as a reminder of his inability to protect her. It would be a long, sleepless, night for him.
Meanwhile, Frederyc and Elisa summoned the head butler, who seemed to materialize from the shadows of the room. "Tell us more about this young lady," Frederyc inquired, his interest piqued.
The head butler, Jarvis, well-versed in the affairs of notable families, provided a detailed account of Lustria’s background. "Her name is Lustria and is the burgeoning talent of the Alisone combat family, revered for their contributions to the art of warfare for our Aurora Kingdom, as you know. She is currently the latest and brightest gem among them."
The revelation sparked a mischievous glint in the couple’s eyes, an idea forming between them as they glanced at each other.
"And are there any pending contracts with the Alisone family?" Elisa asked, her curiosity evident.
The butler consulted his meticulous records. "Indeed, there are currently fifty-seven building plans awaiting commencement."
A shared look of cheeky complicity passed between Frederyc and Elisa. Without hesitation, they made a decisive move.
"Approve all contracts," Frederyc declared with a hint of excitement. "And ensure the Alisone family knows these projects are expedited courtesy of Lassim Vanthar, in association with the Rohese family, for his esteemed friend and let’s say... partner, Lustria Alisone." A huge mischevious smile shared between the Patriarch and Matriarch after the announcement.
The head butler nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips at the sly matchmaking unfolding before him. "As you wish, your masteries."
As the butler departed to set the plan into motion, Frederyc and Elisa shared a satisfied smile, their intervention tonight not only ensuring Lustria’s swift recovery but also weaving the threads of a potential alliance that could strengthen the bonds between the Rohese, Alisone, and Vanthar families. The future bright with possibilities of grandbabies filling their thoughts with joy.
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As dawn broke the next morning in the quiet of the infirmary, the gentle rise and fall of Lustria’s chest marked her return to consciousness. The pain that had once threatened to consume her had now all but disappeared, thanks to the potent potions and the meticulous care of the Rohese family’s spirit warrior doctors.
Her mind, however, was as active as ever, replaying the events that had led her here.
She remembered the mission, the excitement of venturing into the Wildering Woods with Lassim and Sirium, the hard fought victory against the Moonlit Stalkers and then the abrupt terror of the viper-like falcon’s attack. The creature’s venomous talons, the searing pain, and then the furious battle to save her by her companions—each memory flashed through her mind with vivid clarity.
Recalling the attack on her and the subsequent journey back to the Rohese family. She noticed the gap in her memories from a few moments through her face and arms being torn to shreds. However, she remembered a strong medicinal sensation in her body soon after and the taste in her mouth. From that moment she had slightly recovered her senses.
Yet, pain shot through her body, sending her back into unconsciousness, but not before she recalled how tightly and tenderly Lassim was carrying her in a princess-style hold. The feeling of being carried by him and his look of pure pain on top of the roars of thunder as he traveled at breakneck speed left a strong mark on her mind. She couldn’t shake how awesome he was in her eyes.
Sure, the mission was too much for their current cultivation levels, but how could they have foreseen the viper-like falcon’s appearance? She didn’t blame him at all.
As she was piecing together the fragmented memories, her gaze fell on Lassim, who had at some point returned to her room and dozed off while sitting beside her bed, his hand holding hers tenderly. The warmth of his touch was a comforting presence.
Lustria shifted slightly, wincing as the movement tugged at her internal wounds in her arms, but the action seemed to stir Lassim from his light slumber. His eyes fluttered open, meeting hers with a look of concern and relief.
"Lustria, you’re awake," Lassim murmured, his voice hoarse with worry. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I’ve been through the abyss," she managed a weak smile, trying to lighten the mood despite the lingering pain. "But I’ll live, thanks to you."
Lassim’s expression softened, but the guilt that had haunted him since the attack didn’t dissipate. "I should have been more careful. I should have protected you better," he confessed, his gaze dropping to their intertwined hands.
Lustria squeezed his hand gently, urging him to look at her. "Lassim, none of this is your fault. That creature... it’s appearance was beyond anything we could have anticipated. You saved my life. And for that, I’m eternally grateful."
The sincerity in her voice seemed to reach him, and for a moment, the weight of guilt in his eyes lessened. "I just wish there was something more I could do to make this right," Lassim said, a determination settling over his features.
"You’ve done enough, really," Lustria assured him, her own determination mirroring his. "What matters is that we’re both here, alive. And we’ll face whatever comes next, together."
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"I promise you right now, that I’ll never let you be hurt by my actions every again. I will protect you even if it means I have to face a Dragal tomorrow." Lassim’s stern and promise uttered as his hazel eyes bore directly into her pitch black pupils, staring directly into her very being.
His resolute promise with such conviction slightly startled Lustria and she became overly self-conscious of their hand holding. She quickly removed her hand and hid under the covers, "Idiot," she whispered while hiding her tomato red face.
Their conversation was a balm to the lingering shadows of the ordeal, and strengthened the sparks of their bond. As they talked, the events of the previous night seemed to ease up on their spirits, allowing them both to relax more in each other’s presence.