Epic Of The Demonic Sage

Lucius had gone through many coordinates to make the hell imprint during this night and none of them had even come close to what had just happened. The coordinate Lucius had used this time was something he had tried on a whim.

It wasn’t even part of the formula that the Great Barrom clan used. Rather the coordinates that he used were from one of the hell dimensions he had seen while he was traveling as a soul.

He did so just to see if it would work as the coordinates were quite close to the ones from the formula. Lucius reckoned that perhaps the great Barrom clan’s formula might be restricted to that world and maybe a different hell dimensions coordinates would work.

But just testing out a random coordinate blindly could be dangerous. Thus when this coordinate came up that matched those from the formula, Lucius reckoned that it may work or something of that sort of.

Of course, he had failed in the end and had even sustained an injury, but it was worth it for him. He now had a direction to head towards instead of blindly wandering.

~Sigh~

Lucius touched his chest, which was hurting and lightly sighed.

“I’ll have to wait till I heal… can’t risk permanently harming this body. Though I should try asking that healer, maybe he can help with it. The blood rush is always hard to control during the beginning attempts.” Lucius muttered to himself.

The blood rush was a phenomenon that happened when someone was trying to form a hell imprint. During the formation, what basically happened was that the person would let foreign energies of the hell dimension onto their bodies.

These energies would then try to affect the body, making it more compatible with the hell energies. This resulted in the blood rush as the body accelerated the pumping of the heart. The hell energies acted like adrenaline, increasing one’s pulse rate.

Once this blood rush went out of control, one would bleed due to the bursting of blood vessels of the body. Usually, the smaller and weaker blood vessels would burst first, like those in the nose, eyes and ears.

These wouldn’t cause permanent damage and could be recovered in time. But sometimes they can bust the blood vessels in the person’s lungs or throat.

In Lucius’s case, he reckoned that he had probably burst some small vessels in his throat. That could be one of the reasons for coughing up blood like this. He didn’t think it was that deep in his lungs or it would have hurt much more than this.

After all, he had plenty of experience with this and knew how that injury would feel like.

‘Better see that healer tomorrow…’ Lucius thought to himself as he laid down on the bed.

This had taken up quite a bit of his energy and now he was truly tired. Thankfully Kiana and Lita knew he was still recovering, so would not mind if he slept late.

***

The morning arrived and Lucius woke up with a bad headache.

“Ugh! I hoped this symptom won’t appear.” Lucius muttered as he held his forehead.

He slightly shook his head and washed his face with cold water. It slightly relieved the pain, but he knew it was temporary. He dressed himself and went down before Kiana even came to wake him up.

“You’re up early!” Kiana who was walking up the stairs, spoke.

“Yeah… I have a headache and a slight throat ache. Perhaps I should meet the healer.” Lucius replied.

“Oh, Etara! You just go and rest, I’ll get healer Delia right away!” Kiana said with an anxious face before she left.

Seeing Kiana rushing away Lucius said, “well… that makes it easier.”

He turned back and returned to his room.

~creek~

He pulled back the chair and read through a book while waiting for Kiana to bring in the healer. Thirty minutes passed like this and then finally, a knock was heard.

~knock~

“I’ve brought healer Delia with me,” Kiana spoke from the outside.

“Come in, it’s open,” Lucius responded before closing the book,

The door opened and in walked Kiana, along with an old woman who seemed to be in her fifties. Her hair was starting to grey and a few strands mixed in with the black. Though it was all tied in a tight braid at her back and she wore a pair of spectacles.

Lucius couldn’t help but raise his brows at seeing the spectacles. This was the first time he was seeing them in this world and was unsure if they even existed before this.

‘That’s another mark in the technological progress of this world. If they can make spectacles that means they can make clear glass and have the tools to cut and polish it properly.’ Lucius thought.

Making glass itself wasn’t that difficult and had been done since before medieval times in his past world, but using that glass to make lenses that could correct vision was not easy. Not only would one need to have the skill to craft the glass, but they would also need to know how the eyes worked and the curvature that would be needed for the lenses to work properly.

“Young Lord Asher, how do you feel?” Healer Delia questioned with concern on her face.

“I got a headache and some pain in my throat. My chest hurts slightly too.” Lucius answered straightaway.

Delia walked close to Lucius and gently touched his forehead before checking his arms and his chest.

“Hmm… seems like a cold perhaps,” Delia said.

“Could you use your healing gift just in case?” Lucius asked.

Delia raised her brows but did not deny right away.

“That would be good if you can do that healer Delia. Asher is still recovering so maybe exerting himself too much is making him sick again.” Kiana added.

“If you say so… I’ll use my gift. Now, please lie down.” Delia said, and Lucius did as he was told.

But that was not all Lucius did, he squinted his eyes slightly and a string of words appeared in front of him.