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The familiar dark blue screen materialized right in front of her face.
Elin: (!)
She recoiled in suprise.
Elin: (This must be what Ethan was talking about. I should ask him ho–)
*Thud*
As she instinctively looked up Ethan's body collapsed like a ragdoll.
Ignoring the system she sprinted over.
Elin: (Did he get hit?)
She dropped besides him.
She reached for his arm and placed her index and middle fingers in the groove on the inside of his wrist.
She held her breath and pressed slightly, a faint throbbing sensations.
She relaxed and let out a sigh shakily.
Elin: (He's alive...)
She pulled out small handkerchief and wiped the blood off his nose.
Elin: (How did he even get hurt?)
She frisked his entire body trying locate the wound.
Elin: (No injuries? Why did he faint?)
She looked at the corpses with a suspicious expression.
Elin: (Could it be...)
She thought about.... HUH? WHAT!? How am I even supposed to... The only way to describe her current state of mind is 'intrusive thought'.
She shook her head, snapping out of her trance.
Elin: (Now, where's Dylan?)
She scanned the nearby area, spotting a streak of red blood dragging across the pavement through the corpses.
She walked over to the corpses almost recoiling in disgust.
Elin: (At least it's censored.)
With a gulp, she carefully stepped through the disgusting remains. Avoiding them as much as possible.
Her eyes carefully following the blood trail on the pavement next to a wall, where a body laid, sitting. Battered, bruised, and for some reason shirtless?
I can assure you this information is absolutely critical to the plot.
Elin: (Dylan!)
She immediately recognised the body.
Dylan: (Elin..)
Their eyes met.
Ah shit, here we go again.
Her eyes fell upon his improvised bandage (shirt) wrapped around his shoulder.
Elin: "Are you alright?"
Dylan: "Nope. Not at all."
Elin: "Oh ya.. Right."
Elin: (What am I even saying?)
Suprisingly, no awkward silence.
Dylan: "By the way, what happened to Ethan did he get injured somehow?"
Elin: "I don't know, he fainted and is bleeding out of his nose but other than that, he seems fine for now."
Dylan: (So I wasn't imagining it, he really did get injured... But how? I was the one fighting?)
Elin noticed an concerning amount of blood leaking from his wounds.
Elin: "Your arm!"
Dylan glanced down, noticing the streaks of blood flowing from his arm.
Dylan: "It's–"
He groaned in pain.
Dylan: "Pretty bad but manageable."
Elin: (What do I do?)
She frantically looked around for something.... anything.
Her eyes stumbled upon the system.
[ Select Your Class To Proceed ]
[ Adventurer]
[ Priest ]
[ Architect ]
[ Enchanter ]
Her eyes ficsated onto one option 'Priest'.
Elin: (This must be the system Ethan told me about. I can heal Dylan with the priest class.)
Elin: "Priest."
Her words radiated with confidence and....
Nothing, nothing happened.
The night remained silent. A distant breeze blew awkwardly, as if mocking her.
Dylan could physically feel the ensuing embarrassment from past experiences.
Elin: (Did I do something wrong?)
Dylan: (She got the system.)
Dylan: "Only the skills are voice activated the rest acts like a touch screen."
Elin: "Huh? Ok."
Dylan: "Before that, could you get me a med kit, Ethan always keeps one in his bag."
Elin: "I think this will help. Trust me."
Elin extended her hand and selected the 'Priest' option.
[ Are you sure you want the 'Priest' class ]
[ Yes ] [ No ]
She selected 'yes'. The pannel instantly changed.
[ Name: Elin
Class: Priest
Race: Human
Level: 1
Exp: 0/100
Hp : 100/100
Strength : 4
Defence : 8
Intelligence : 8
Divinity : 22
Speed : 4
Bonus points : 0
Skills: Heal, Offering
Race Skills: Stat distribution ]
Elin: (Great. Now, I just need to do what Ethan did.)
She raised her arm pointing at Dylan.
Elin: "Heal."
...Nothing happened, again.
Elin: "Heal, heal. Heal?"
She repeated herself like talking to a toddler.
Dylan's trust in her crumbled by the second.
Dylan: (I guess this is how I die.)
Elin: (WHAT'S HAPPENING? I thought this is how it worked.)
Dylan: "Could you help me up."
He extended his arm. The instant their hands touched a sharp pain echoed throughout his body.
He immediately immediately jerked his hand back.
Dylan: (What was that?)
Elin: "I–I'm sorry. I will go and get the med kit."
She turned to leave.
Dylan: "Wait."
Elin frozen.
Dylan: "Elin, I think your skill works on contact."
Elin: "On contact?"
Dylan: "I felt a stinging sensation when our hands collided."
Elin: "That doesn't sound good."
Dylan: "Try it one more time."
Elin: "Are you sure?"
Dylan nodded.
He carefully removed part of the makeshift bandage around his arm, revealing deep claw marks, torn flesh and partially exposed muscles.
Dylan offered his arm. Elin gulped and gently held it.
Elin: "Heal."
A burst of pain resonated throughout his body, but Dylan powered through.
Like a miracle the torn flesh, began reconnecting, the bleeding stopped and the skin closed over the wound all in the matter of a few seconds.
Dylan stared at his arm, flexing his fingers.
Dylan slowly rose up and stretched his arm back.
Dylan: (Not only is my arm back to normal but the injury on my foot and jaw seem to have faded. Her skill is seriously effective, being able to quickly heal such a life-threatening injuries with such ease.)
Dylan marvelled at his recovery but a part of him felt uneasy about this.
Elin: "How do you feel?"
Dylan: "Much better."
Elin: (It WORKED!)