Chapter 45：Time (1/2)

Mack could not believe what just happened.

He barely used any force and he broke his own leg.

Mack seated on the ground and looked at his broken leg while pressing a button on his neck to retract part of the battlesuit.

The battlesuit was intact, his skin was intact, yet, the bottom part of the left leg was by his side while the upper part to his front.

”Arcane?”

[I have no idea why this happened]

”Me too”

Said Mack, grabbing his broken leg and trying to put in the correct place.

'Better put things in place to avoid growing another leg. I'm already a freak, no need for 3 legs'

~crack~

”I think its in correct place now. Do you have a way to check?”

[I have. But not allowed to. Rules]

”I guessed.”

~crack~

”Now I think its correct.”

Mack looked at his leg and almost forgot the reason why that happened.

He touched his middle finger and turned off that runespell.

That burning sensation stopped, and his body now drenched in a fine layer of his own blood went colder.

”Another shitty day”

”Or maybe a few...”

Said Mack, looking at his leg. He was not sure how much time it would take to heal that.

”Arcane, There is a mage spell like that?”

[There are thousands with the same effect]

”Nothing special than.... Only.... Unexpected”

[Yes]

Three boring days later....

”Damm I can't figure this circuit properly.”

Said Mack, surrounded by rune circuits drawn on the ground while looking at the cube in front of him.

~sigh~

”There is no helping. Its too advanced for me.”

Mack raised himself from the ground. Stomped a bit with his leg and felt that seemed much stronger now.

”The healing is almost done.”

~grumble~

”And I'm starving.”

Said Mack, already grabbing his sword by the side and walking in the direction of the warlock camp.

It was time to have a proper meal and a bath.

After a long walk, Mack finally reached the warlock camp.

And as usual, not even a single spot of light could be seen during the night at the warlock camp.

Mack went for a bath first and then went to eat.

The same old ”white burrito” was served.

Mack seated at a table where two other warlocks were eating and did the same.

The same taste. The same place. The same 'silence'.

Mack was already used to all that and kept thinking on the rune circuits while eating.

~pat~

A heavy hand touched his shoulders.

Mack didn't turn to look, only stopped eating, but his gaze turned serious.

A few seconds later a warlock seated in front of him.

That warlock looked in Mack's eyes without talking anything.

Both kept glaring each other eyes without a single word or unnecessary movement.

A long one minute later.

Mack raised from his seat.

Turned his back.

And walked in the direction where he came from.

While walking, Mack could hear two people walking behind him all the way out of the camp.

Mack stopped.

And the steps behind him stopped too.