Chapter 635 - Debt

POV Maya Jones

It is all one huge mess. Izzy keeps standing over her sister and holds on to her. The more she learns about her state through her ability, the worse her sobs become. Not once have I seen her like this. She was always so cheery and so mature for her age, yet now she’s like this.

Sophie herself doesn’t seem to have any external wounds, but both Tess and Lily look near dead. Like their lives are hanging by a thread. The wounds they have, these burns, just don’t heal at all while we panic and move between them, trying our best to help.

We try to activate the healing marks Lily left for each of us or use any healing items that might help, but nothing seems to work that well, and the wounds improve just a tiny bit.

Even the twins, though clearly shocked, try to help for a while before I send them to guard the area, since they aren’t helping much here and only make things worse.

I myself have trouble focusing as I see Tess lying there like that. She always knew what to do, took control effortlessly, and seemed completely reliable.

There is someone else who should be like that, but Nathaniel just stands nearby with a face even more empty than usual, more devoid of any emotion. It has been a long time since I saw him this deep in [Focus].

Currently, only Min-Jae stands in front of him, asking question after question, and slowly, Nat begins to explain everything that happened. He speaks deliberately and calmly, as if it all feels distant, sometimes pausing mid-sentence to take a breath.

And gradually, I can see how much it irritates Kim. Minutes pass, and he keeps moving between Tess, Lily, and Sophie, desperate like the rest of us, and then back to Nat, whom he keeps asking even more questions.

Now, even I can see that part of it is him hoping Nat would do more, even though, like the rest of us, he did everything he could the moment they appeared. In some ways, Nat might be more badly wounded than Tess and Lily, yet he still pushed himself until he bled and nearly passed out more than once.

Even now, he overtaxes himself as he sets up additional defenses around us. He doesn’t hesitate to keep buying items from the system shop, but unfortunately, nothing like a healing potion exists, and the other items don’t do any good.

Anything we try just doesn’t work. These burns are similar to [Disintegration] in that they are almost impossible to heal, and the wounds close very slowly due to the girls' natural regeneration also being weakened.

Then there is something entirely different wrong with Sophie. After a long time, Izzy finally lets go of Sophie and sits down. Her eyes are empty as she whispers these terrifying words.

“They broke her mind, and I don’t know if I can put it together.”

It becomes hard for me to breathe, and my eyes grow blurry before I blink. That feeling of lightheadedness hits me, and I have to sit down.

Min-Jae stares at Izzy as if he can’t believe what she just said, before he swears and grabs Nat’s shirt and shakes him while Nat just lets it happen.

“You said you’d be stronger than anyone! You told me to follow you instead!” he screams, with a twisted expression on his face, “You were so confident!”

Nathaniel’s shirt tears a little, but Kim keeps shaking him when he gets no reaction.

"How dare you just stand here now. You lost, you got beat, but don’t fucking give up now! Do something!"

"There is nothing I can do currently," Nathaniel answers with that controlled voice. "Nothing."

Kim screams in a burst of emotion I have never seen from him. He turns and swings his arm toward the rainforest in a wide, violent arc. A massive surge of telekinetic force crashes forward, ripping trees from their roots and sending them flying. The jungle reacts as if struck by a giant, ancient trunks snap like brittle bones, and the ground tears open.

After hours of our friends just lying there like they are about to die, I can understand. If I didn’t have my skill, I would probably do the same, or even worse. But I cannot do it now.

He then starts hitting Nat’s chest and shaking.

There is also nothing he can do.

***

POV Nathaniel

I watch as Min-Jae shakes me. From up close, he looks like he is about to cry. A cold part of me wonders if he is like this because he still has a crush on Tess, or more likely, because three of his friends are lying there nearly dead. Meanwhile, after all the confident words I ever spoke and all the effort I gave, when it truly mattered, none of it meant anything.

He continues to shake me, and I think.

I know I’m not the most talented person here. My only true strength is channeling large amounts of mana or primordial energy, and the effort I put into it. I also realize that I will become stronger than I am now. I know the winner is the one still standing in the end. I know that those people will die by my hand sooner or later, and only my death will stop me from doing it.

Situations like what just happened in Beyond are something I have, to some extent, experienced many times before, and I am confident I can come out on top again.

But it also feels so different now, even through the thick layer of [Focus] that keeps me distant and allows me to think logically.

“They won’t die,” I say, and finally that young boy pauses, that young man I often see like a younger brother.

I take a step toward Izzy and make sure she meets my eyes.

"Sophie can be saved," I say as I kneel in front of her and take one of her hands. "She wouldn't go down so easily. So please, check her shadow and see if Blackie is still in it."

I always knew her as a mentally strong girl. The one who supported us the entire time. It is safe to say that without Izzy, group 4 would be more messed up than it already is, and probably nowhere as bonded. If there is someone who could be called the heart of this group, it is her.

“My abilities don’t work that way, Izzy, and I’m really sorry. But I promise I’ll try to help as much as I can.”

"Please… can you leave me alone?"

"I will."

As I walk away, I stop by Biscuit. When I make sure we are far enough, I ask, "Will you stay with her?"

This time he doesn’t say anything, but before leaving, he keeps pushing his head into my hand until I pet him.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me."

Then, as he leaves, I sit down and once again strain my mind. After escaping Faora’s Mind Palace, it feels like it’s at its limit and screams for rest. Even the healing marks Lily left on me don’t help, but I’ve long known that healing the mind or brain is very different from closing wounds or regenerating limbs.

In addition to that, there are these burns that spread from the points of impact where Luan hit me. They heal very slowly, and they even slow down my natural regeneration. To push against them, I have to use a lot of thermal energy. Even then, the results are poor, not to mention the pain that using it and straining my mind causes.

So for now, I ignore these wounds. I welcome the pain and continue scouting the area around us, setting up more defenses, constantly using my senses to check on the other wounded. Yet there is so little I can do.

Faora. Luan. I think of these names and keep repeating them in my mind.

***

A few hours later, Lily is the first to wake up. Even though she was more damaged than Tess, her body is more durable, and her natural regeneration is far higher. With a loud gasp for air, she regains consciousness and lets out a painful groan, her eyes darting wildly around the area.

It takes her a bit longer to piece things together. She searches for someone, her eyes spotting me and then scanning around until she sees both Tess and Sophie.

When Lily sees Sophie unmoving, something tightens in her face. Her breath catches, and for a moment she stares, frozen in panic.

But her determination takes over. She shifts, dragging her legs under her despite the pain.

She doesn’t even think about taking care of herself. Instead, she moves toward the others. She staggers and almost falls, only to be supported by Maya, who starts telling her to be careful.

I also move closer and reach Tess as Lily begins checking her wounds. Unlike Sophie, she is someone Lily can help.

Her [Disintegration] rises up, starting to clash against the remnants of the wounds caused by Luan. They resist, but Lily pushes harder, erasing the aftereffects and restoring Tess's body where she can.

Sweat beads on her forehead, a mix of effort and strain are evident in every breath she takes. Her hands tremble as she refuses to give in despite the toll it’s clearly taking on her. The burns, cuts, and internal ruptures on Tess begin to fade, although some deeper damage takes longer to respond.

She starts gasping for air when I coat my hand in oscillating mana and cut deep into my shoulder to remove my pale left arm, which I place in front of Lily. With the same hand, I summon golden flames to burn the flesh and heal it.

Down on her knees, Lily keeps looking at me. Even through all the pain, I activate my healing passive and let thermal energy seep through. Slowly, I start regrowing my left arm so I can cut it off again once it's restored.

Lily understands what I’m doing and nods. Grabbing my severed arm, she lets it disappear into [Sacrifice] and begins healing.

Then, for a while, she keeps pushing me to keep giving her something to [Sacrifice] so she can continue. But in doing so, I also push her to keep healing, even in the state she's in. Maya tries to stop us, to get Lily to slow down, but I know she won’t. Over time, I’ve learned to respect her determination, and now I even use it intentionally, pushing her forward even though I know how much it hurts her.

Lily does the same for me. When she looks up, there’s no fear, no pleading, no request for permission. Just a silent command. Again.

She waits for me to regrow pieces of my arm so she can use them to power herself and heal Tess.

It takes hours, but after all of it, Tess looks much better, even though she’s still unconscious.

Lily moves to Sophie, kneeling beside her, hesitant now. Her hands hover above her, then touch gently. But there are no injuries to heal. Just the silence of Sophie’s mind, refusing to return.

There is nothing I can do anymore. This is not something I’m good at. My abilities aren't suited for helping others. In some ways, they’re honed only to make me better at fighting and killing.

And that is what I will do. There’s still a long way ahead, and I’m not where I need to be yet, but I will get there. Step by step. Without pretending I’m something I’m not.

There are debts that require more than screams and blood.

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