Chapter 19

“The White Mage”

"Another healer's hands!" Gameweaver's voice rang with delighted recognition as she found Mia's consciousness. "Oh, how fascinating—still trying to save lives even here, where death is rather the point. But then, old habits do die hard, don't they?

The AI's tone softened with interest. "And what's this? Your worn medpak, the one you've carried through every hardship. The one piece of your old life you couldn't leave behind. Well, isn't that just perfectly you?"

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"The White Mage class calls to you, of course—such a perfect fit for someone so young yet so familiar with both saving and losing lives. Though I really must insist you find a party quickly, dear. Your healing abilities are extraordinary, but..." Gameweaver's voice took on an almost maternal concern beneath its perpetual cheer, "well, it's rather hard to heal yourself while being torn apart by monsters, isn't it? Your medpak will amplify your healing powers beautifully, but without someone to protect you while you work your magic..." She let out a musical laugh. "Let's just say your youth and beauty won't last long on your own!"

Mia took a moment, letting Gameweaver's words sink in. Her fingers twitched at the thought of her medpak—the very item she'd used to patch up wounds, to save lives when everything around her had seemed hopeless. It wasn't just an object; it was a promise, a reminder of what she stood for. She would keep saving lives, no matter how dark or twisted this world that lay ahead became. Alone or not, she wouldn't abandon the skills that defined her.

Mia's essence seemed to spiral outward, unraveling into glowing threads that wove seamlessly into the vast current of consciousness, each thread carrying her resolve and purpose into the unknown.