Chapter 222: Beneath the Dragon’s Eyes II
Beneath the Dragoneye Moons
I looked up, and up, and up at LunâKat. Part of why Iâd been able to see her from the mines was due to whatever spatial shenanigans were going on here.
The much larger part was she was bloody huge! Her claws could skewer me, and Iâm pretty sure if she tried to eat me Iâd go down the hatch mostly-whole. Maybe crushed by her tongue a bit.
Now that I was so close to her as well, my old, entirely reasonable fears awoke once more. The lizard part of my brain was screaming âABANDON SHIP! ABANDON SHIP! ALL HANDS ABANDON SHIP!â and was generally making itself into a grade-A nuisance. Heck, even as I tried to inch a little closer, I was trembling furiously.
I hadnât planned on trying to climb Mt. Loot to get next to LunâKat, in large part due to Mt. Lootâs inherent instability, but the fact that I could barely keep myself going, that Iâd regularly just stop and pause, trying to wrestle my emotions back under control, reinforced that decision.
Flying was totally out of the question. Itâd break my invisibility, and then Iâd be touching her. I didnât believe I could touch LunâKat and get away with it. Not in the slightest.
This would be so much easier if I just accepted that I was a dead woman walking, and said acceptance would, ironically, make it easier for me to survive. White Dove seemed like a much gentler way to go, in the end.
I just lacked the proper mindset. It was Black Crow or bust for me. I would fight to my last breath, I would rage against the dying of the light.
Which wasnât helping right now! Calm and collected would see me through this, not raging against my inevitable fate!
I took another breath.
How was this any different than jumping into a fire? How was this different from charging the Nothasaurus with the Rangers? Both led to death. Both I wasnât terribly likely to walk away from.
This was just another fire. Just another monster that could casually end me with a thought. When had I gotten so soft?
The lies I was telling myself worked.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
I faced my fears. I acknowledged them. I recognized they were valid, and I let them flow through me. I embraced them.
I was still terrified, but I was no longer trying to hold my fear back. It weighed heavily on my limbs, but unrestrained, it didnât make me tremble. It was no longer an albatross around my neck. It was a simple reminder that what I was doing was dangerous, and to take utmost care in how I dealt with LunâKat. It helped sharpen my senses, focus my entire being on the problem in front of me. My attention wouldnât be broken by distractions, I was hyper-focused on LunâKat.
Onto the patient herself. Iâd viewed her injuries, and while extensive, I believed my [Dance with the Heavens] could handle the problem.
At a massive penalty, but still. It wasnât outside the realm of possibility.
I cursed that Iâd decided not to take the âheals monstersâ aspect to [Cosmic Presence]. If I thought [Cosmic Presence] could do the job for me, Iâd literally just hide somewhere in the cave, out of easy sight, and spend my time praying to any god or goddess that could hide me.
NOPE. I wasnât nearly that lucky. I had to do this the hard way. The only thing I thought might keep me alive was the exit.
Namely, LunâKat, being a dragon, had a modest exit located at the top of her lair. It made it a little harder for someone to just wander in, although I had to wonder how she handled dumb sheep falling in or something.
Wasnât important.
What was important was that the exit looked up at the sky.
It was currently night time, and I circled around LunâKat, until I was roughly between her and the exit, the hole in the ceiling. Then, I waited, each second stretched into intolerable lengths by [Bullet Time] stretching my perception.
LunâKat currently wasnât in danger of dying. As long as my actions were aimed towards healing her, as long as I didnât abandon her and continued to put effort forth to heal her, I was within the bounds of my [Oath]. That meant, for example, that I could wait to heal with with [Wheel of Sun and Moon], instead of flying up to touch LunâKat directly. I firmly believed, no matter how successfully I was sneaking around in her lair, that if I touched LunâKat, sheâd notice, and kill the intruder that was laying hands on her while she slept, injured.
Eventually - minutes, hours, I donât know my sense of time was totally off - the event I was waiting for occurred. The moons rose, shining through the entrance to LunâKatâs lair. I slowly watched their light creep through her cave as they performed their own dance across the sky, and finally the light touched the edges of LunâKat.
This was the moment Iâd been waiting for. For a short, brief moment the light of the moons was both touching LunâKat, and low enough on Mt. Loot that I was still in it.
It was time for [Wheel of Sun and Moon] to come out and play, after being stuck underground for months.
I worked quickly. While I was behind LunâKat, the scars and burns that lightning bolts had inflicted upon her were a full-body experience. Lichtenberg figures usually faded quickly, but there was magic at work here, and I could believe they had burned channels through her body.
Without a detailed look at them, without knowing LunâKatâs anatomy well, I could only make educated guesses how she worked, and what, exactly, was going on with her injuries. Still, every little bit of efficiency was needed, and having formed what I thought was the best image I could in the time I had, I unleashed my [Dance with the Heavens], focusing on clearing out those injuries.
To my dismay, only a modest patch of the scars vanished with roughly 290,000 points of my mana. A heartbeat later, and the circle of healed lightning scars expanded a small amount, as my remaining 50,000 and change mana vanished down her metaphorical throat.
As long as it didnât become her literal throat, Iâd be fine.
I was eating a moderate distance penalty between myself and LunâKat, but the real killer was my piss-poor knowledge of draconic anatomy combined with my healing not being at all attuned towards dragons. My inability to properly know and understand her injuries wasnât helping, and LunâKat was enormous. All of these penalties multiplicatively stacked with each other. Heck, it was practically a miracle that my skills were taking hold and having any sort of impact in the first place!
Iâd also been taking a quick peek at my new and improved level while looking at my status, and even as I watched it was going up.
My non-existent tombstone would read: âHere lies Elaine. Highest-leveled human healer, her record breaking stayed unknown.â
I quickly looked around me, seeing the pillars of glowing Arcanite. I spent a bit of time thinking about it, hesitated, then figured should head over anyways, and do my thinking along the way. I started walking towards the nearest one, which happened to be near the egg collection.
I had all the time in the world to think as I was speeding over to the Arcanite, and no matter what I decided to do, I wasnât staying near LunâKat.
Grabbing mana from LunâKatâs Arcanite was arguably suicidal. Squinting at it, looking at it sideways, it was stealing from a dragon. A crime worthy of the death penalty, from all my knowledge on the subject. Other capital crimes Iâd committed, according to dragon-lore: Breaking and entering, trespassing, seeing LunâKat injured, seeing LunâKatâs treasures, and the biggest sin of them all, seeing LunâKatâs intimate paintings.
Iâd realized, after all, that was what the picture of her and the other dragon closely entwined were.
At the same time, it sped the process up significantly. Instead of waiting for all my mana to regenerate, I could get another bout of healing in, which multiplied the speed I was working at by a significant factor. If, say, LunâKat woke up once a week to chow down regardless of how hurt she was, I did not want to be in the cave when that happened.
By the time I reached the Arcanite pillar, my mind was made up. I was in for a coin, I might as well be in for a rod. Iâd nick a little bit of mana from the dragon, because it was just going right back into the dragon herself. I was already super dead if I was noticed, and LunâKatâs collections indicated a keen, intelligent mind. I could only bank on her deciding âwell, maybe Iâm short a bit of mana thatâll recharge in a minute, but all that mana went back to healing me, so itâs ok.â
⦠Yeah. HA. Like Iâd be that lucky. Probably more like âYou disgusting selkie how dare you violate my lair and put your grubby paws on my stuff. Dragons just naturally shed their injuries away, donât you know?â
Then fire, brief screaming, and back into the cycle of Samsara Iâd go.
I touched the pillar, and tried to pull the mana into me. It came, but only with great reluctance, like I was pulling teeth. It did not want to leave, and my thinking was LunâKat had somehow super-attuned the Arcanite to herself. It was a shame the pillar wasnât in the light touching LunâKat, otherwise this would be a breeze.
I hoped she wouldnât detect my transgressions. If sheâd demonstrated having an Arcanite element, Iâd be a lot more worried.
I snuck back over to LunâKat, noticing with concern that the moons hadnât stopped for me and my musings on the subject, and had continued their endless march across the sky. The window where the moonlight was both on LunâKat, and low enough to the ground for me to be in it was small to begin with, and while I had high speed to zip around with, it didnât mean I was going to be full-out sprinting with LunâKat here. Good way to knock something over. I was still [Sneaking] around.
When I finally turned my notifications back on, I was going to get some insane [Sneaking] levels. Rather, I was getting [Sneaking] levels, and everything else, passively, in the background. Itâs why my mana pool was steadily increasing in size, along with the amount of magic I could use in a moment.
I was still invisible, and I had some thinking to do about how and why the gem was still running. Either way, I reached my hand up, nicking the last bit of moonlight that I could, and focused again on healing her lightning-based scars. Another modest patch of them healed, and a full-body ripple went through LunâKatâs body.
I froze in terror, eyes unblinkingly watching her every movement.
She shifted around, stretching out like a languid cat. My heart was racing as she curled back up into a sleeping ball, moving at what Iâd consider normal speed.
Forget the fact that I was under the effects of [Bullet Time], and every motion I made took an eternity to complete. LunâKat just casually moved at such high speeds that it didnât seem to matter.
Or rather, I could only half-follow her casual actions thanks to [Bullet Time].
I stood there frozen for I-donât-know how many minutes, then finally my mind un-blanked enough for me to sprint-sneak away. Yet, even as I took my first step, LunâKat moved again, causing me to freeze - and nearly topple over, as I was still trying to take a sneak-sprint step.
It didnât seem like sheâd noticed me. No, she simply scratched her side like a cat, scales flaking off the area Iâd healed. Then she settled back down, and I resumed my sneaking away.
I was flat-out of mana, and the moon was no longer in position. I couldnât do anything more for her. Ok, that wasnât quite true. I could absolutely fly up to LunâKat, touch her nose, and try to heal her that way. Itâd be an extremely short healing session, as there was no way in my mind that LunâKat wouldnât be woken up by me touching her. Itâd be like a spider crawling across my face while I slept. Absolutely wake me up.
No, [Oath] demanded that I helped. It didnât require that I perform suicidal measures to try and restore her faster. A slow and steady healing method - as long as it was reasonable - was fine. Leaving her be for now, waiting for the sun to rise for another session, was good enough.
Which didnât mean I could leave the lair, but Iâd be damned if I stayed right next to her. If I was in something that vaguely pretended to be a hiding spot, and LunâKat, I dunno, had a bad dream and briefly opened her eyes, or went raiding for a midnight snack, I might be out of the way enough for her to not notice, and survive.
I felt my stomach rumble in a way that wouldâve gotten me killed without [Muffle]. Which brought me back to [Muffle], [Invisibility with Eyeholes], and [Tracks-be-gone].
From everything I could tell and knew, they operated off of âhow hardâ they were working. If I activated [Muffle] then started banging pots and pans, the skill would work hard, then break. There was only so much mana in the gemstone in the first place.
To contrast, if I activated [Muffle] then was as quiet as a mouse, the skill could last hours, days, if not longer. Hence my focus on physically sneaking around, and not just striding in, trusting the gems to keep me safe.
In short: It helped smooth over little wrinkles and flaws, and the less noise I made, the less LunâKat looked at my invisible form, the better.
Also, I was starving, and exhausted. Iâd been getting chased by the Inevitable Shluggoth before coming here, and it seemed like even that monster had more sense than I did, and wasnât poking the dragon in her lair. Out of the frying pan, into the maw of the dragon. [Nectar] wasnât helping, as the boosted regeneration was making me hungry, faster.
I had quite a few choices where to hide. I had a place in mind to sneak towards though. Tip-toeing through LunâKatâs lair, I rounded a corner into one of the side passages, not clearly visible from the main lair. More importantly, not visible from LunâKatâs perch on Mt. Loot.
The âOrchard roomâ. With dozens of fruiting trees of every type, in neatly arranged dragon-sized rows - the better for LunâKat to peruse the current offerings. There were fruits I hadnât seen since Earth, and a few that Iâd seen since being reincarnated here on Pallos. Apples and oranges, bananas and pineapples joined the avocados and cherries, the apricots and coconuts.
There were things
in the chamber. A few tightly twisting spirals of cloud and wind went from tree to tree, bush to bush. On occasion one would release a careful trickle of water, properly watering the plants.
I didnât want to use [Long-Range Identify], not when LunâKat had already demonstrated that she could sense it. However, between the mini-twisters, and a few other things roaming the room, I had a weak guess what they were.
Iâd never seen or even heard of them before, but I bet they were elementals. Creatures of pure elements, not having any sort of biology or anything, somehow a living, thinking being with no flesh or blood.
I couldnât even think how Iâd fight one. How did one cut through water? Even if it had no skills of its own, even if it lacked a System, it could simply engulf and drown whoever it wanted to. And there was no way they lacked a System to boot, although Iâd bet every last coin I had that they were granted System-access.
Above the Storm elementals was a Fire, Light, Radiance, Verdant, or some other elemental, acting as a miniature sun. Some mud or ground elementals slowly lumbered down the paths, occasionally patting trees. LunâKat groundskeepers.
A bodacious verdant-green woman, wearing nothing but some leaves and vines, with a crown of flowers in her hair, was ambling through the rows of the orchard with a resigned look. At each tree, she look a look at it, touched a branch or ate a fresh leaf, nodded to herself and moved on.
My best bet was she was examining them for disease or something, and I tried to hide, to make sure I wasnât near her line of sight. Just a short time - an eternity later - she reached the largest tree, and vanished into it.
Was that a dryad?! Did LunâKat keep an Immortal protector of trees as a gardener!?
Her actions drew my attention to the walls of the place, painted a bright blue with some white clouds to mimic the outdoors. That, or it was an illusion - I had a hard time telling, but with LunâKat, I could never be sure.
Bushes of berries lined the walls, invisible from the outside. Strawberries, blueberries, and blackberries were only the start of the vast cornucopia that LunâKat was growing.
Naturally, no bounty would be complete without the goddess of all fruits, the ambrosia, divine perfection in fleshy form. I spotted it past a dozen trees, the bright color of its fruity goodness instantly drawing my eye.
Mango.
I didnât let my gluttony get the better of me, as much as I wanted to. I reached for the forbidden fruit, reasoning to myself that, like the Arcanite, I needed to be able to keep going to heal LunâKat.
My hand on it, greed in my eyes, I was halfway through twisting it off when I froze, despair crashing through me.
Mangos were the most perfect fruit. Included in their perfection was handy ammo with every fruit, great for braining annoying Rangers. Sure, Iâd never managed to hit Julius - he was too fast - but everyone else was fair game. Sadly, the pits meant less edible nectar, but hey! They were still fun.
However, I had to do something with said pits. My mouth, my teeth, for all my vitality and strength, probably couldnât just bite through a mango pit. I couldnât discard it - leaving evidence behind? With my saliva on it? Nooooooo. If LunâKat didnât find it, the dryad would. My only hope would be to bury it in one of the dirt elementals, but maybe theyâd take it as an attack.
I could try to burn it, but itâd smell, and I imagine a dragon - especially one with a lava bath - had anti-fire precautions, along with a good nose for flames and burning things. She clearly wasnât in a terribly deep slumber, and I was already taking huge risks here.
I could try to bury the pit, but that was nearly as many problems. I could keep the pit with me, but then [Tracks-be-gone] would be working overtime to keep me alive. Itâd break much faster if it needed to preserve a rotting mango pit.
Time to let go. I thought to myself.
My treacherous hand wouldnât release the mango, half-twisted and ready to be popped off. With effort, I forced myself away from the mango, looking at the sub-par offerings before me.
With a sigh, I forced myself to find other fare. Strawberries, so sweet they felt like the sun kissing my lips with every bite. Blueberries, exploding with flavor on my tongue. Apples, crunchy and filling. The elementals didnât seem all that bright, but I made sure to perform my filching when none were near, or seemed to be looking at me.
They all paled before the glory of the almighty MANGO that I knew could be mine. My sweet, delicious mango. Oh, how I missed you so.
I was totally going to grab one when I left. LunâKat surely wouldnât begrudge me a single fruit, would she? They grew back after all. The mana in the Arcanite restored itself over time, and fruits grew back. Nothing that would be missed over time.
Either way, I was totally exhausted. Iâd think about this more after a good nightâs sleep. There literally wasnât anything else to do, besides wait for the sun to come up, and for me to perform another round of healing on LunâKat.
Sleeping inside the garden with the elementals seemed like a mediocre idea. I snuck out to check out a few more chambers. Each one had elemental helpers though, and I gave up after three, figuring that the garden was one of the least-likely places for the meat-eating LunâKat to visit, and the thick and wild growth of the bushes and trees could do more to conceal me than the straight, well-laid out and organized chambers from the other rooms.
Still, to be safe, I found some thick blueberry bushes in the most isolated corner I could find, and scuttled under them. I instinctively wrapped myself in [Mantle], before realizing - it was past my invisibility skill!
Terror coursing through my veins, I dropped the skill, not daring to breathe. Had LunâKat noticed? Had one of the elementals seen? Would the dryad sound the alarm? Was there some glint of light that had gone off my skill?
Hang on.
Iâd used a few healing skills already. What was done was done.
Still, I spent ages staring at the thin branches and ripe berries before Iâd calmed down enough. I eventually closed my eyes, and was out like a light.