The Forgotten Faithful: A LitRPG Adventure (UnderVerse Book 2) Cajiao, Jez (best selling autobiographies TXT) 📖

what I needed to hear. You have to be realistic about this, and for the love of god, don’t damage yourself the way I did! Right, then. Oracle?” I called out, and she was there in an instant.

She’d been only a few feet away, talking quietly with Bane, but in a flash, she was by my side, hovering as she looked into my eyes cautiously.

“I know you’re okay; I know it, but…” she whispered.

“I am, honestly, Oracle, and I understand, you weren’t expecting that to happen. Neither was I. We can talk about it another time; for now, I need your help. We need to teach Ame our spell.”

“Okay, got it,” she said, her jaw flexing determinedly as she blurred, suddenly growing to her full size. “I know that it’s normally done differently, but I think with being in the Tower and having me bonded means we have an option to teach that you wouldn’t normally find. I can form a bridge between your minds, and that should make things a little faster, but it’s still going to take a while, a few hours at least, so make yourselves comfortable.”

I shifted around to face her and Ame, the three of us making a triangle, with Oracle hovering over the water. The tips of her toes lightly touched the surface and created ripples as she bobbed up and down, the gentle breeze from her wings caressing my face.

I looked over at Ame, who sat cross-legged, her hand clenching and relaxing as she tried to wait patiently.

Flux took up a position on the far side of her, and I sensed more than heard Bane doing the same behind me.

Oracle reached out to us both, taking a hand in each of hers, and closed her eyes.

Do you wish to allow Ame access to your mind and magic?

Yes/No

I took a deep breath and selected ‘Yes’ and felt the sensation of another mind touch my own. It wasn’t like it was with Oracle, the other wisps, Jenae, or Amon’Tuthic. This was far more limited, and I paused for a moment, shocked as I realized how many beings had recently had access to my mind.

That thought was blown away in the next second as my magic reacted. It was different to how it normally felt, as I wasn’t actually trying to use it; instead, I was pulling it up to show it off.

It felt like lifting something sluggish from my body. I drew it out slowly, the words and gestures needed to direct the spell coming to my mind awkwardly as I focused on it. I had to work at it, as I constructed the basic form like a scaffold in the air between us. It felt so strange, but as the minutes passed, the first sections stabilized, and I moved upward, climbing slowly. As the structure of the spell grew before us, the magic glowing bright and illuminating the encroaching night, I began to understand.

I was showing someone something that I did because I had a huge amount of background knowledge. That knowledge was entirely missing on her end, such as the inclusion of a mana-based variant of an MRI that Oracle and I had created from my memories to allow us to find the issues, let alone fix them.

It also explained one of the reasons that Ame’s version would be far more basic than my own, as she had none of the hundreds of hours I’d spent watching medical programs on TV, the basic biology and medical sciences I’d studied at school, the hours and hours of first aid and enhanced medical training I’d had when training for the arena and my life here. All of that, combined with the spells I had learned, had enabled me to create the spell. Ame had none of that, but her own abilities and background knowledge would help her with creating new magic of her own.

Spellbooks, on the other hand, had a huge amount of additional knowledge included in them.

The basic healing spell included knowledge on basic anatomy and more, as well as a way to subconsciously examine the correct ‘pattern’ for how someone existed before the injury, so you didn’t accidentally grow back scaled skin, or claws, or something.

All of this ran through my mind as I slowly constructed the entire spell between us, and I felt Ame struggling to comprehend it all. This spell had aspects in it that she’d never seen or imagined, but as she concentrated, with Oracle’s help, she was learning in minutes what would have taken hours, and in hours what should have taken days.

I felt her mind flitting from detail to detail. Questions blurred between us, answered in a millisecond and more knowledge growing, the individual aspects of fire and earth, water and air, light and dark, life and death all coming together to create this one spell.

When I finally felt Oracle release the bond, I fell backward, my back slamming into the grass and my head actually bouncing off it, as the hand she’d been holding splashed into the water, her own answering splash much louder as the semi-corporeal body she’d constructed from her mana hit the water with a startled oath.

I forced myself upright, struggling, and groggy, only to find Ame doing the same across from me, and we both looked at the soaking wet form of Oracle as she bobbed to the surface, splashing frantically as confusion warred with exhaustion.

I was tempted to watch for a minute, especially as she’d been wearing a white t-shirt that was going see-through in all the right places, but it wasn’t fair to her.

“Oracle!” I shouted and she looked at me in confusion and panic, then went under and popped back up again, desperately slamming her hands into the water as her wings flailed about. “Fly!” I called to her, trying not to laugh. It was a bit ridiculous, really, and as her tired mind made sense of what I meant, she suddenly stopped thrashing around and