07-23-2016, 02:18 PM
There was no telling how long it had been. Time was so strange in the Omniverse, Zack had given up trying to make sense of it. All he knew was that he’d dozed off right away, and whenever he had woken up, he felt like a new man. The natural healing properties of Omnilium were certainly no joke. They sure would have been nice back home.
It was far too late to concern himself with that, though. He tested his healed body out by springing from the cot and landing beside it. He returned the Buster Sword to its rightful place on his back, and stretched out as he looked around. There were still others recovering. Unfortunately, some secondaries hadn’t made it, though others were stabilized. There was no sense in letting them suffer.
He made a few laps through the complex, laying hands on the wounded and helping to channel his energy into them. Omnilium was fortunately able to be transferred in such a way, so he was able to help heal some of the more grievous wounds. He couldn’t do this forever, as it was much too draining, but the least he could do was make sure no one else was going to die.
After thoroughly exhausting himself, Zack stepped outside. He didn’t see Gildarts or Miranda around immediately, but that might have been just as well. Chances were they’d cross paths once more in the future, since all three of them seemed to be the type to answer the call to action. Zack took a glance to see Gorons rounding up supplies and gathering into groups and caravans. It made sense, as there was really nothing left for them here. Once the few Gorons in the clinic were rested, they were likely departing this place and the horrible memories associated with it.
It was tragic, but Zack decided that he’d done all he could for now. The time to make amends would come later. For now, he reached up and touched the handle of the Buster Sword for just a moment, then departed out into the ashen wastes once more. One thing was for sure, he was getting tired of lava and brimstone. Maybe he could find that gate, somewhere around, and head to a place with a little more sun and water.
It was far too late to concern himself with that, though. He tested his healed body out by springing from the cot and landing beside it. He returned the Buster Sword to its rightful place on his back, and stretched out as he looked around. There were still others recovering. Unfortunately, some secondaries hadn’t made it, though others were stabilized. There was no sense in letting them suffer.
He made a few laps through the complex, laying hands on the wounded and helping to channel his energy into them. Omnilium was fortunately able to be transferred in such a way, so he was able to help heal some of the more grievous wounds. He couldn’t do this forever, as it was much too draining, but the least he could do was make sure no one else was going to die.
After thoroughly exhausting himself, Zack stepped outside. He didn’t see Gildarts or Miranda around immediately, but that might have been just as well. Chances were they’d cross paths once more in the future, since all three of them seemed to be the type to answer the call to action. Zack took a glance to see Gorons rounding up supplies and gathering into groups and caravans. It made sense, as there was really nothing left for them here. Once the few Gorons in the clinic were rested, they were likely departing this place and the horrible memories associated with it.
It was tragic, but Zack decided that he’d done all he could for now. The time to make amends would come later. For now, he reached up and touched the handle of the Buster Sword for just a moment, then departed out into the ashen wastes once more. One thing was for sure, he was getting tired of lava and brimstone. Maybe he could find that gate, somewhere around, and head to a place with a little more sun and water.