Even as I bent down to begin the work, the Lightning left me, and what remained behind was broken; however, there was no pain.
I catalogued the damage that my body had suffered, while the chitin Khaaz across the basin were still in the process of collapsing under the Narghul Sorcerer's soul-death scream.
Both femurs cracked, and the right humerus fractured along the shaft. The pelvis split at the left wing.
Ribs broken in seven places. The right lung is compromised, and the pleural cavity is filling slowly.
Half the body's secondary channels burned through. The Anima Depth reservoir was at approximately seventy-eight percent structural integrity, down from the eighty-three percent I had begun the loop with.
The Khaazim claw on my left arm was still operational but reverting, as the chitin was softening, and the four-jointed structure beginning to lose its tapered point, with the red glow beneath the surface dimming.
