Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer Chapter 354
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Sirona placed her hand on Sam and closed her eyes, she felt that Sam's condition is peculiar and became curious.
The trio became extremely vigilant and their auras are on full release, one mistake or even a sign of a mistake from Sirona, they would just kill her right on the spot.
After a few minutes of standstill, Sirona removed her hand and said.
"His body is trying to absorb the shadow energy. His consciousness seems too busy to control his own body, he is busy with controlling and guiding the shadow energy.
He might even be able to break through before the process is over.
The problem is the energy seemed to be concentrated in specific areas, that is why it is taking such a long time."
The trio were extremely surprised, because that is what the healer of the Eastern continent said.
As for the healer within the western continent, they didn't let him see Sam. If by any chance this healer becomes greedy and does something to Sam to get better share of the network, they would be in deep trouble.
But they didn't expect Sirona to accurately state Sam's problem with just one observation.
While they are still digesting this surprise, Sirona continued.
"I think I can help him."
"Help him? Are you a healer?" Watt asked in suspicion.
Sirona shook her head. "No, I am not a healer, but we don't need a healer to help him. All we have to do is make the shadow energy disperse faster and spread all over the body for him to digest it faster."
"And how can you do that?" This time it was Philip who asked.
He knew that Watt might not want to listen to this, with his overprotective nature, so he decided to ask her instead.
"It is simple. All I have to do is create a small formation with him as core and let the energy which was clogged up disperse evenly with the help of the formation."
"How can I trust that you are not just bullshitting just to harm him?" This time Watt asked before anyone could speak.
He has seen first- hand, how much if a damage can be done with the backlash of the formation.
In fact, they used the same thing to damage all the infrastructure within the Beast faction. There is no way he would trust Sirona just because she wants to create a formation around Sam with the intention of helping him.
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He is not ready to trust someone that easily, particularly when he is sure that Sam is going to wake up in a month.
"Why would I want to harm him?" Sirona asked him with genuine puzzled expression on her face.
Watt suddenly felt lost.
How would he know why she wants to harm him? It was just his paranoia speaking. How can he even answer her question?"
Philip dragged Watt towards a corner and started speaking.
"She might not look like it, but she is kind of a big deal in the Usaine Sect. She is an expert in formations, artisanship and even some inscriptions.
She once tore down half of the Usaine sect and escaped from that place to come here."
"Why would she do that?" Watt asked in surprise.
"Well, that is because our dear Sam seemed to have sensed something is wrong with her position in the Sect and seemed to have given her some instructions.
From what she told me, the sect felt that she is out of their control and wanted to kill her to get rid of the problem. And Sam seemed to have predicted that and told her earlier.
She is back here to know how Sam knew this is going to happen."
"What do you mean? Is she really that oblivious of everything that happens around her?"
"Well, that is kind of the Sect's fault. My guess is they made sure she grew up like that, they manipulated her thinking from childhood only making her think about all the useful things for the sect.
And they made sure she wouldn't think of herself and her own well-being and emotions.
It is my guess, but I am sure that it is not that far off."
Watt thought for a moment and asked Philip.
"How does any of this supposed to convince me to let her create a formation around Sam?"
"What I am saying is, there is no motive for her to do this, in fact, she would rather announce directly if she wants to kill someone, she wouldn't bother going through so much planning and plotting. That is her character.
I think that is reason enough to trust her. And her expertise speaks for itself."
"Expertise?"
"You might not know, when we are at the thunder god temple, we got a wanted notice on her. Usiane sect claimed that she has plotted against the Sect and do you know how she did that, she created a myriad of formation traps within the Sect right under their nose, without them knowing.
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She is good at what she does. I think if she says there is a way for him to wake up earlier, I would say we take that.
The war is going on, we don't know anything about the enemy, even the six major powers are not sure about this war, we need Sam to wake up as soon as possible."
Watt reluctantly agreed with Philip's persuasion and Sirona who is ready to create that small formation is already preparing the materials.
But when she is laying formation, the trio felt like they are taking too much of a risk.
Because the formation flags Sirona used are actually very small and more than half of the nodes happened to be on Sam's body.
She created a very small formation that barely covered Sam's body.
As they looked at the formation which was glowing over Sam, they could see the black patches which are stagnant all this while started to expand and the color seemed to have dimmed.
It is like diluted paint. Just like how when we spread the paint which is thick in one area to the rest of the areas, the paint would become lighter, the black patches also became lighter.
Except for this time, there are no more patches left.
Sam's body has completely changed color and Watt is on the verge of losing his mind, thinking that something might have happened to him.
Philip and Jack who are more patient ones understood that they have to wait a bit to see what truly is going on. But they are also a bit afraid.
Most of the nodes are on Sam's body and if the formation collapses, his body would be taking the backlash too closely.
But after more than an hour of observation, they noticed that the whole skin of Sam which turned a lighter shade of Black has dimmed down and turned even lighter.
The reduction is minute, but they could still recognize it.
"I think he will wake up in a week," Sirona said in a calm tone.
The trio was actually stunned, they didn't know that she could do this. Although Philip convinced them to trust her, he only expected her to speed up the process by a week.
But it seems like the process will end in a week.
He never expected that a formation master could cure Sam.
Watt even felt like they wasted too much time and should have consulted a formation master a long time ago.
What they don't know is, no formation master would dare to use a person's body part or his body as a node to cure him. In fact, no formation master will try their knowledge in curing someone.
It is only because of her versatile thinking and out of the box ideas that Sirona was able to come up with an idea which used Sam's body parts as nodes and his whole body as the core to cure him.
If they even show this to someone, the formation association will go crazy and will start criticizing the formation master who did this with all the criticisms.
They would never dare to experiment on human-like this.
But the trio doesn't know this, but they still felt like there is something wrong with what Sirona did.
It is just that since they can't point out the mistake, they just chose to ignore it completely.
After dealing with this, Philip arranged Sirona's stay within the tower, in fact, he arranged a room within his floor, this is not because of the gratitude rather it is because of their paranoia.
They don't want anything to happen to Sam and if anything happens to him, they can hold her accountable right there.
After arranging for her accommodation, Philip went to deal with Arman, who is still on the run.
The only exit out of the city currently is through the train, but his face was noted there and there is no entry for him.
If he wants to escape, he can either sneak out through the entrance or climb the towering walls.
But neither of them seemed current.
Philip has only ordered to chase him around just to make him despair. He is neither letting him go completely nor does he finish him instantly.
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