Chapter 1130 Pain
It was such a terrifying scene.
One by one the little creatures would scream out of pain and fall before their stone body started to turn grey and slowly disappeared into dust.
Seeing this, Emery went into an insane panic.
“No!! No!” He screamed.
His hand was still holding on Twik’s body while casting his [Nature Blessing] on it trying to heal, stopping whatever madness was affecting him.
As for the other little creature, Emery swiftly cast another healing spell.
[Rejuvenating Mushroom]
Just in a matter of seconds, multiple glowing mushrooms instantly brought vitality to all living things inside the cave. It did seem able to help, but unfortunately, it was not enough.
His heart once again screams in pain as two more young plant creatures turn to dust.
“Ku!ku.. ku!!”
In a critical situation like this, he must quickly find another way to save them. Hence, without giving it a second thought, Emery grabbed a stone from his pocket to call out for help.
It only took a few seconds for the call to get a response as Magus Shena came in a hurry after receiving the distress message.
“Senior, please help!” Emery begged.
Although the dragon magus had no proficiency in plant elements, she was a water element expert and had a powerful nature base healing spell to cast to the cave, quickly bringing much vigor to the place.
Unfortunately by the time she arrived, 12 of the young creatures had gone without forms.
“My spell will not be able to hold them for long! What is going on?!” said the female magus.
Emery forced his mind out of the chaos to quickly assess the situation and as soon as he realized that the 5 Chizpurs matured brothers were still standing in confusion but didn’t seem to get affected, Emery suddenly realized that the culprit had to be the [Metaphor Potion] he created, as those five did not consume any.
He tried his best to explain to the Magus, but without a real understanding of the situation, she decided to use a drastic solution.
[Sub Zero]
A powerful ice element magic that turns all eighteen little creatures instantly into ice. It was a way to preserve these young creatures’ conditions until they had a better solution.
“Bring that one to the Hyperion center!” The magus commanded, pointed toward Twik which was on Emery”s arm.
Emery quickly understood the magus’ plan and as soon as he nodded, the magus transformed into her dragon form and quickly grabbed the two.
The dragon wing soared and as fast as the wind, they flew at high speed toward the center.
Looking back at the cave from distance, Emery’s heart once again aches thinking about the 12 young creatures that had turned to dust, and the others he left behind as blocks of ice.
But at this moment, he forced his mind fully on Twik’s condition.
As soon as he knows what to do with Twik, he will return to help them.
The creature on his arm was whimpering in pain as Emery continuously injected his spirit energy to keep his health from dwindling.
However, each minute Emery could feel Twik’s body turn colder and stiff. A number of cracks started to appear all over its skin.
“Hang on buddy.. please hang on!” Emery pleaded with the hope that the wooden creature would survive until they got help at the Hyperion center.
It was probably the longest 20 minutes of his time and as soon as they arrived at the destined place, the Hyperion staff took over and brought the little creature into the medical lab.
Magus Ramora swiftly came to attend to Emery’s needs and found the right expert for his situation.
With multiple advanced technologies at hand, the staff was able to hold on to keep Twik’s body from deteriorating. However, what was happening to Twik at the moment seemed to take the medical staff by surprise.
“There was a chemical reaction built up in its genes. We saw a similar case happen with a failure during an evolution,” said one of the expert staff.
It was an accurate analysis, exactly what Emery was worried about. In order to find a cure for such a problem, Emery was asked about what he did.
With Twik’s life on the line, Emery ignored the consequences and told them about the potion he made along with the [Celestial Essence] he used.
The staff listened to him with a bit of surprise. Unfortunately, they had no knowledge about the so-called metamorph potion, and as for the other essence mentioned,
“Most tier 7 ingredients are beyond the scope of science, for this situation, you will need at least a grand magus help, preferably one specialist in plant element to handle the matter,” said the staff.
Hearing this, the first figure that came into Emery’s mind was Grand Magus Yvere of the plant institutes. Emery only meets the elder once and has no real connection with him to ask for help, but with life at stake, he decides to go and ask.
Emery left Twik unto the medical staff care while he and Magus Shena swiftly went toward the plant institutes for help. While hoping anxiously, they hoped there would be a way out after this.
“I am sorry, Grand Magus Yvere is not at the institute at the moment.”
That was the answer he received from the staff at Elder’s Respite. Hearing that, Emery’s heart suddenly felt like it was sinking to the bottom of his stomach. The Grand Magus was the only hope he needed at the moment, desperately.
He kept trying to find a way to meet the Grand Magus, yet even with his privileged status, Emery couldn’t receive any more information about the grand magus whereabouts.
It was such a stressful situation and In the final, he ended up only leaving a note to the staff about this problem.
Right after, Emery swiftly returned to the Hyperion center as he was still anxious about Twik’s conditions.
“Emery let me see what help I can find from Zodiac City,” said the female dragon magus, leaving him behind to sit in the room watching Twik wiggling in pain under treatment beyond the glass.
It was a painful sight that he must watch for hours as the Twik body deteriorated slowly. The feeling of regret immediately filled his chest cavity since it was his fault. His potion was the cause of all of this.
The next day, Emery received an unexpected visitor, a person whose presence was eagerly awaited by Emery.
It was an old white-haired man, Grand magus Yvere of the plant institutes.
He looked at Twik from beyond the glass. “Such a poor creature,” he said.