"..Not anymore...!"
Until it was silenced by a quick shake of head and a resolute internal declaration.
She then hovered her hands over Hamilvan before it was coated in a yellowish-flame like apparition that began to gradually close Hamilvan's opened wounds.
"Hm." - Foryan smiled.
"Not Bad."
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As the golden-flame like apparition coated Charlotte's hovering hands, the wounds did eventually began to close themselves.
"Al..alright.. I'm doing it..!"
As Charlotte slowly changed the area of where her hands hovered at, she proceeded to supply more and more of her Aetherna towards her palms, the vein-like channels of it firing up beautifully inside of her stature.
As Foryan continued to stare with a soft smile on her face, she closed her eyes and whispered out a soft commendment.
"Wonderful..fufu."
"Determination will take you far.."
"But.."
Before she opened only a single one and then took a glance towards a certain area on Hamilvan's forearm, abdomen and lower thigh.
"Determination is useless..
without direction.."
- As if not noticing it, the areas where Foryan had gazed at; held small, almost imperceptible white-coloured organisms that slithered and crawled all over the fresh wounds; creatures that resembled maggots and larvae trying to feed off the First Division Commander.
"If she heals that.. the maggots would be trapped under Hamilvan's skin.."
- Foryan thought, watching ever so silently as Charlotte proceeded to gradually seal the wounds off while not noticing the infested ones.
"..Which would cause some..really uncharacteristic consequences.."
Foryan kept a watchful gaze, undeterred by the closure of the infected scars.
"Those aren't normal maggots either.."
- The Female commander analyzed, her eyes zooming in on the nigh-invisible black patches on their clear skin that slithered.
"..If I had to guess.. THAT would probably be accurate..The human body is naturally warm.. thus providing the best environment for these kinds of maggots.."
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Foryan then suddenly recalled a scene depicting an individual whose skin began to rapidly pulsate with red inflamed spots before;
"GRAGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
His blood-curdling scream echoed throughtout the entire atmosphere, revealing; numerous palm-sized insects with multiple red-coloured eyes bursting through the spots open, as if emerging out.
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"hmm.." - a sweat slides down Foryan's cheek as she sees the infested wounds with the openings being halfly closed by now.
"I..I should probab..ly inter-intervene.."
- She thought before she opened her mouth—
"Wa-wait..! Si-sis..Charlotte..!!"
—Only for it to go agape, silenced by a sudden loud, feminine yell from a certain private.
Mila
"Si-sis..Charlotte..!!" - She then exclaimed once more time.
"Pl..Please wait..!!"
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"I don't want it..!" - Mila yelled internally, her disturbed eyes going back and forth from the solemn Foryan and towards the crimson-coloured body of the unconscious First Division Commander.
As her eyes landed on the sight of Hamilvan however, she reflexively looked away in utter revolt as the sight of the colouration became way too much for her to handle.
"I'm..! I'm scared of blood..!" - Mila continues her panic-filled frenzy that was currently worsening inside of her mind.
"Blood..!" "Blood..!"
"I don't..like blood..!"
Mila shakily raised her downcasted irises to meet the studious gaze of the Female Commander, which resulted in her flinching;
"..."
Foryan's gaze peered through the cautious Mila, though was indeed piercing; the lass felt no animosity looming inside of her eyes rather,
"..Co..Commander..!"
Belief..?
"But..But I can't..!!" - Mila shakes her head before diverting her irises away; hand still covering her clenching lips that repeatedly twitched and winced.
"That..that time..!"
— The lass then proceeded to seal her eyes shut before a certain scene flashed inside of her head.
"KYAAA...!!"
Consisting of a small silhouette of a young girl with black, bob-like hair and a pair of wooden-framed glasses yelping out in horror as she sees the sudden burst of a crimson-colored liquid; resembling that of a fountain from the neck of a tied-up; middle-aged man who slowly fell to the floor.
*Splat!*
Some of the liquid splashed on her garments and even colourated her pale, glass-like face who held an expression of barely suppressed terror as she slowly swiped a finger on her cheek where the substance landed before shakily raising it to meet her eyes;
"..gah..haa..."
"haa...haa..."
She panted, heart beating ever so loudly rivaling the constant pinging that ringed beside her ear before she; looked towards the unmoving middle-aged man
His tongue was protruding out, eyes glazed without blinking.. while more of those crimson-coloured water gushed out of his nose.
"haah..! no..ahhh...haaa....ahhh....!!!" - she nasally exclaimed, trembling irises rising slowly to meet the looming silhouette whose figure remained obscured by the darkness, with it's only discerning feature was its—
Blood-coloured eyes. Half-squinted as if locking in on the young lass for a few seconds before..
"..!!"
It widened!
"..ahh..huh..."
- causing the lass to experience a sudden nauseating sensation as she felt the world around her spin; the consciousness that kept her alert now fading away, with only a loud Thud being the only thing she senses before completely passing out.
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"Haah...Haaah...!" - Mila's face became a breeding ground of sweat before internally exclaiming; "..that..that dream again..!" - her hand clenching around her lips.
"Leave..me be...!" - Her eyelids kept twitching as a mixture of anger and frustration manifested onto her tears.
"I...I already..fled..!" - She ventilated.
"I'm...!!"
Then another scene flashed inside of her head. This time, an enigmatic man that called a finely-ironed and furnished black tuxedo as his garment, whose mouth muttered out a set of syllables that though were silenced, became enough to push Mila over the edge.
"I'm..Mila..! No-no one else..!!"
I..reject your authority..!!
With that sudden thunderous declaration emanating inside of her head caused the apparition of the finely-clothed individual to finally shatter like glass.
"Haah.." - As if a boulder was lifted from her shoulders, her body finally let go and was sapped from all of the strength that used to be in her stature.
*Step..*
*Step..*
*Step..*
"..!?" - The sounds of the blonde-haired lieutenant's boots stepping forward emanated through the tent, catching Mila's half-opened eyes that wallowed in exhaustion.
"..Sis..sis Charlotte..?"
Mila's eyes ascended to meet the eyes of the Lieutenant, which.. did hold a sliver of fear but the determination screamed right through it.
Then her hands hovered over the Commander's injuries, the golden-coloured flame coating her palms gave enough power to have the wounds gradually and visibly seal unto themselves.
"great.. you..you can..do it.. si—!!"
Mila cheered while still trying to catch her breath, until; her widened eyes landed on a set of slithering organisms that remained present amongst a bunch of opened injuries.
"..ma..maggots..!! ..THOSE..ones too..!! No..!"
- Mila turned towards Charlotte before shakily lowering her hand that covered her mouth to allow it to yell, but the lips only went agape while not a single voice was squeezed out.
"No..!! Speak..!"
- Silence..
"Speak..!!"
- Silence still.. the skin that grew to cover the wounds because of Charlotte's healing now covering the maggots.
"Sis..Charlotte..!!"
!!!
"Wa-wait..! Si-sis..Charlotte..!!"
Her voice, though with a little more volume than she intended had now finally returned.
Catching everyone's attention, especially Charlotte who abruptly cancelled her healing after she turned towards Mila with a widened-eye expression.
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Act 42 — FIN