23 Surgery (1/2)
Leaving the box open, Morgana laid down in an improvised bed and closed her eyes.
”Mind Transfer.”
With a simple incantation, the dark wizard's soul manifested on the sleeping duplicate.
It was a weird feeling, waking up like this on a body that wasn't hers. Even in Griseo the times she did something like this could be counted in one hand.
After checking the state of this new form, everything seemed to be in order.
Morgana smiled and said.
”Let us begin.”
The duplicate was an imperfect homunculus, a fruit of the dark wizard's great alchemical prowess.
Essentially, it was a meat golem produced to share a common essence with Morgana.
However, there were two key differences. This body had no conscience of its own, nor could it produce magical power, being nothing more than an empty vessel through which Morgana could manifest her mind.
In other words, it was a living tool.
The dark wizard had already arranged all the materials which would be used in this procedure.
”There will be no need for any anesthetics. Since my soul is not on the body, there is no pain to be felt.”
Morgana used a surgical knife and made an incision on the right flank of her body.
With a few skilled cuts, the kidney was removed and placed on a nearby patter.
”So far, so good.”
She took another kidney that had been previously prepared and inserted in the place of the old one.
”Cure wounds.”
Spells were produced by a combination of knowledge, energy and materials, but the homunculus had only two of those things. So how a being without its own mana reserves could accomplish this?
Well, that is because it shared Morgana's essence, which meant that the dark wizard could still use the energy of her original body to cast spells for as long as the clone was touching it directly.
The healing spell allowed the wounds to mend quickly and the veins and arteries to reconnect. Soon, it was as if the wound had never existed.
”Alright, time for the next step.”
Lungs, splint, heart, and teeth. One by one, many parts of Morgana's body were painstakingly replaced by someone else's.
As soon as the surgical part ended, Morgana started to chant fervently and the body on the table was slowly transformed.
The sickly-looking young woman became a green-haired and handsome gentleman with brown skin.
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At Licabeto Clearing, Sylvan was taken to the archfey's presence.
As Titania had said long ago.
”Let other races build in wood and stone, for we are the most blessed of all peoples. The trees are our walls and the sky itself serves as our ceiling. Why lose time with cheap heretic imitations when the ultimate palace was already given to us, built by the goddess herself?”
This clearing acted as a hall for meetings and assemblies involving the fey who lived on the colony.