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Rhone grins wider than anyone else in the party thus far has seen after Sirea asks her question.

"Ha! I'm glad you asked! Mana can be used to create matter if one has the right know-how and ability to utilize it. My body is composed of these principles applied on a basic and irreversible level. Creating a true body, instead of simply the facsimile of my own, however, is a tad more...difficult."

He points to the intricate runes and circles of the glyph.

"Normally, there's less to this glyph if the person casting it intimately knows what they're creating. Because Azriel doesn't, these extra runes serve as instructions. A template for the body that, I'm guessing, match Eloysio's original one...unless he altered something. I dunno, maybe he's insecure about his musculature or something. This would be the perfect time to solve that, I suppose..."

Rhone ponders for a minute before pointing back to the biologic components.

"Now those represent what the mana will be turned into. Flesh, sinew, bone, and the like. After all, instructions are worthless without a reference for what you need to create. The extra runes and circles are the recipe and the components are the ingredients list."

Rhone closes his eyes and nods to himself. He seems satisfied with his comparison.

"So now... all we have to do now is get cooking, right Blues?"

Sirea's ears twitched as she listened to Rhone's explanation about the spell. She held back asking if there had been any successful attempts before with the thought that the question would open some wounds for Rhone. "I'm actually getting excited to see how it turns out." She said before smiling. "I mean, it's not every day you'd see someone who's been dead for over thousands of years being brought back to life. Most I've had was from reading a few ghost stories...until now of course." Her gaze then shifted back to Azriel as she performed the spell. The werevixen had a look of awe as she felt the invisible waves of energy rush past her like wind brushing her skin. She kept her fingers crossed and hoped for the attempt to be successful.

All the plant life in the vicinity stopped drying up.

Azriel heard Rhone, but didn't respond because she knew that if she broke concentration for even a second, the spell would mess up. She didn't quite understand what he meant when he said they were going to start "bargaining with what keeps them alive", but...she was about to find out.

An immense pain started to blossom from the shoulder where Rhone placed his hand. It felt like several things at once: the intense sting of burning alive, thousands of tiny clawed hands trying to pull her body apart in all directions, millions of needles somehow flowing through her veins, life itself being taken from every particle of her being all at once. The pain caught her so suddenly that she was too in shock to even scream.

Chiaro and Oscuro were screaming on her behalf instead. Inside her head. Keeled over on their hands and knees like their host, as they were definitely feeling it too. Their screaming was so loud that Rhone could probably hear it through the link.

shut up shut up shut up it hurts so much it hurts
i don't want to die and yet how am i surviving how—
no no NONONO
FOCUS
KEEP FOCUS

Azriel squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as humanly possible and gritted her teeth, tensing her body. Her fingers were pressing so hard against the floor, as if she were trying to dig her fingers into the stone and keep herself anchored. In all actuality, her body was staying intact, but the pain was making her feel like she was starting to disintegrate into dust and float away. Her breathing became shaky and labored.

Another couple of minutes pass. The core of purple light floating over the center of the glyph had doubled in size, but was still too small to look like it was concealing a full-sized human body.

The Faelight Dracofly. A rare nocturnal insect that seems like an advanced form of dragonfly, with six wings that have a soft golden glow to them. It's a reclusive creature that has so little contact with organisms larger than itself that it's apparently oblivious to the threats they potentially pose. And they are also attracted to bright lights for some unknown reason.

One seemed to have drifted in out of the blue, and was flying right up to the core where Eloysio's new body was forming. After it phased through the runic inscription rings, it was beyond help.

The Faelight Dracofly was absorbed into the process.

In the next instant, the sphere of light expanded to a diameter of six feet. The materials that would form Eloysio's clothes set in the alchemical outer circle now rose up and gravitated into the sphere, and the light changed from purple to gold.

A few more minutes passed, and Azriel had gone far beyond her limit of pain tolerance by now. Not able to keep up the struggle any longer, she blacked out and flopped face down onto the ground.

Fortunately, the spell had reached its conclusion right at that moment. The glyph stopped glowing, and the giant sphere of golden light dissipated in a flash so bright that there was a need for everyone present to shield their eyes from it.

All the while Sirea watched, she was fighting with herself to keep from running to their side from seeing how much pain Azriel and Rhone both were in. Don't move, don't move, don't move... She mentally repeated to herself. A small slip up could mess up the spell entirely, and the end result may not be so pretty. In attempt to distract herself, she focused on the core of purple light that floated over the glyph. Noticing how pretty and shiny it was. The soft golden glow coming from the Faelight Dracofly had also caught her attention. So pretty...and shiny...and glowy...don't move, don't move.... Her heterochromic eyes then widen a bit upon noticing the pretty glowy dragonfly creature was absorbed.

When the spell had finally concluded, Sirea could now see a tall blonde male at the center of the deactivated glyph. Eyes widening in surprise and in awe, the werevixen was at first at a loss for words. Azriel and Rhone had succeeded. Eloysio was now living and breathing once more, and in a new body. It was alot to take in, though it was pushed aside when the concern for Azriel and Rhone's well-beings came back to her. She quickly rushed over toward them as Eloysio treated Azriel's wounds. "You guys alright? Is Azriel okay?" She asked in concern.

Rhone breathes heavily for a few moments before shakily returning to his feet, knees bent, back hunched over, and his hair messily covering most of his face. He looks slightly over towards Sirea and grins like a madman.

"Of course Azriel's alright...I wasn't going to let someone inexperienced with forbidden magic take the brunt of all that. She took a lot of pain...but there shouldn't be any internal damage."

He then glances over to Eloysio and softens his grin a bit.

"Don't apologize. We did this knowing the risks. And besides...I'm pretty sure I'm fine..."

Almost immediately after saying that, Rhone, collapses back on his hands and knees and begins violently coughing up blood until there's a sizable pool under him. Once the coughing fit calms down, he rolls onto his back away from the blood and looks up at the sky, breathing heavily again and talking between long breaths.

"Okay....relatively... I'm relatively fine..."

"Relative to...what, Rhone?"

Max emerges from under some foliage, where she had been watching the ritual in secret, and approaches Rhone. Her expression shows annoyance at being left out of the loop, but there's a hint of concern in her tone of voice that's difficult to perceive...but not impossible.

"Oh, good...I'm glad you're...here..."

Rhone moves his head to look at Azriel.

"Take her...to the infirmary...have her looked over..."

Max nods and approaches Azriel before carefully lifting her up and hoisting her over her left shoulder. She then looks over towards Sirea, Lilith, and Kai.

"I don't know where that is. Can one of you lead me there quickly?"

Rhone coughs slightly as he tries to laugh.

"To answer...your question...there was an insect...got caught in the spell...the ingredients...I'm doing a lot...better than it is..."

"Oh, so thaaaat's why the new guy's got wings!"

She looks over at Eloysio and gives him a thumbs-up

"Lucky you! Wings are pretty rad."

Sirea had a look of concern from noticing the amount of blood Rhone was coughing up, which had her turn her head away for a moment while scrunching her nose. The scent of blood bothered her moreso than the sight of it. It didn't really help that having a heighten sense of smell made the scent seem stronger to her. "I...think you're not fine and should go to the infirmary as well..." She said, while trying her hardest to fight the nauseating feeling she was getting. It was then she caught notice of Max coming out from under some foliage. So it seems we have another witness who have seen the ritual. She thought to herself.

It was then Rhone mention about the insect that got caught in the spell, which would explain Eloysio's fairy-like features. "Oh right, I saw it too." She said, taking a moment to examine Eloysio closely. "Though you don't look all that bad with the added features. Does that mean you'll be attracted to shiny things like the insect?" Of course the werevixen herself loves anything shiny, especially anything silver. When Eloysio picked up Rhone and began to lead Max to the infirmary, Sirea would then follow after them. "You sure you won't need some help?" She asked Eloysio. Afterall, he had been dead for so long that she was quite certain that it would take him some time to adjust having being alive once more.

Eloysio reacted to Sirea's query with a bashful smile. He could only simply answer, "Well...only time will tell, really. And yes, I'm alright--whoop!" he had a sudden misstep and almost tripped, but fortunately he caught himself, "...Mostly alright. sweatdrop I can handle this, but I thank you for your concern."

Upon reaching the infirmary, Eloysio pleaded for two beds to be prepared for Azriel and Rhone in--at the latter's request--a windowed room. The nurses and attendants stared dumbfounded at the tall, fairy-like man for a few moments because who was this and how did he get into the village? He wasn't with that group that came earlier in the day...

Still, everyone was swiftly assisted to the desired quarters. Once Azriel and Rhone were laid carefully upon futons, Eloysio made a list of materials he wanted the attendants to gather. After sending them on their way, he paced about between the two's resting places, full of concern.