33 Vivification (1/2)

I went through the door Death and War had gone through, and found myself in a bare white room with a small squarish booth at the center.

The booth was boxed within clear gla.s.s wall panels and door that ran from the high white stucco ceiling to the stone floor. Its s.p.a.ce placed focus on the lone piece of furniture that was at its center, which was a wooden high-back chair with leather belt straps dangling down from the arms and feet. My mind recalled the time I saw Trix strapped into something similar.

I told Death and War about what Leinard had shown me. Based on my details, War had concluded that what I had witnessed was called a Vivification Process.

”A chi binding process between a dermaleech object and source energy, namely a wearer. b.l.o.o.d.y painful too recalling first-hand written accounts captured in the Book of Practices of the Sacred Word.” War grimly elaborated.

”That's if the process is performed aside from a grounding object. Since there's a holding chair, this might not be the case.” Death added in his piece.

He further explained that the chair, being non metallic, was capable of absorbing shocks and other electrical charges that would've otherwise remained within the person. Thus dulling down the painful experience.

”Your knowledge on this is scary.” Jensen looked nonplus. ”Guess I don't have to give explanations.”

He grinned. ”War, you first.”

”Hang on! War?” I asked, surprised.

”Yeah. He needs to Viv his spellbook,” he causally answered.

”He doesn't have one.” I pointed to mine and Death's Albert chains to our waistcoats.

War answered by showing his silver-gla.s.s star studded earring on this left ear that had been hidden behind his tufts of hair previously.

He coolly removed his jackets, socks, shoes and s.h.i.+rt, so his ripped abs and built torso were on show for everyone to see. He wasn't shy about it either, flexing his firm pectoral muscles.

I sighed when I saw the pinkish scar line running down the left side of his torso from his pectorals to his belly b.u.t.ton. He had received that scar when he stopped an enchanted sword from decapitating me back in our days at Gat s.h.i.+em. Shuso had been furious to learn we had been mucking around in the Archive Tower's dungeons where all magical and dangerous weapons were housed. War had been unfit for his duties for a month. I was worried he wouldn't talk to me again after that incident, but War embraced his scar saying it was his trophy for saving a damsel in distressed. It made sure we fought again and our brotherhood resume its normal pattern.

”Be a good boy, hold the bags will yah.” War unceremoniously dumped his gear on me.

He coolly opened the gla.s.s door to the chair and took a seat. Jensen stepped inside to strap down his wrists and ankles to the chair arms and legs. He removed a vial of dark liquid and carefully tipped it down War's opened mouth.

I frowned when I saw Leinard and Ryoko enter the room to stand next to Jensen when he had stepped out and closed the door to seal War in.

My frown became raised brows when I saw Ryoko smoothly checking out War's scar with an approving nod. Well, not that her admiration counted since she was taken by a woman.

”Ryoko. Five minutes. 10 daro,” Jensen said to her when he pulled out his pocket watch and started tracking the time.

”It's War. One minute. I call you.” Ryoko confirmed her side of the bet.

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I groaned. Seriously, these knights were incorrigible.

Leinard said a spell that triggered lighting and other electrical sparks within the booth, stirring a grey cloudy s.p.a.ce to shroud War's body and hide it from our view. My heart skipped a beat when I heard War's shrieks and cries filled with pain. His cries soon stopped and the grey cloudy s.p.a.ce cleared to see his head hanging down and unconscious.

Ryoko stepped inside to release him and help his return to consciousness. When she helped him out of the booth, I saw his earring twinkle with a brilliant gold light before resuming its silver-gla.s.s texture again. His ear was red-raw.

”Nice. A light based Spellbook.” Ryoko acknowledged the type of magic base that War's book would capture.

War flashed her a c.o.c.ky smile and gave her a cheeky remark that saw his body released from her hold with a huff. I handed him his gear that he gingerly redressed in.

”d.a.m.n it!” Jensen grumbled at his pocket watch.