Spice Cure had never been shy about the shape of her hunger. She stepped forward before anyone could change their mind, chin lifted like she could stare death into backing off.
"I don’t want to die. I want to endlessly learn. Master, is that possible?"
Radeon’s answer ca as a simple nod, like she had asked for a cup of water instead of a demanding wish. His eyes slid to Gauge Point.
Gauge Point swallowed once. He had always wanted usefulness more than glory.
"I don’t want to be the best man for any job. I’d rather be a man who can perform all jobs. Is that possible?"
Radeon nodded again.
"Follow ."
They trailed him to his own pavilion. The attendants ghosts were already there, waiting in silence, white sleeves folded, faces calm in the way only the dead could manage.
The air slled faintly of heated tal and herbs, like a clinic set up inside a shrine.
Radeon did not waste words.
"Spice Cure goes first."
Calyx stood close, staff in hand, the Preta’s eyes sharp and uneasy. Gauge Point hovered a step back. His feet and hand going cold, as if this was his ti to et his maker.
Radeon studied Spice Cure the way a craftsman studied material. Not her face. Not her bravado. Her intent.
He had pondered this question before, in other mouths, in other eras. People begged not to die as if the universe kept ledgers that could be argued with.
Radeon had t too many who wanted eternity. In the end, they still died. Sotis by ti. Most of the ti by his own hands.
For Radeon, not dying was a lie dressed up as hope.
The closest truth was colder. Step into death and beco sothing that belonged to it. Ghosts proved that much. Wraiths too.
What mattered was not the body. Not even the breath. What mattered was the thread of consciousness, the part that carried mory and self.
That was what people feared losing, even if they did not know the words for it. Oblivion was not a grave. Oblivion was being erased until nothing recognized you, not even oneself.
If he could not give Spice Cure impossibility, then he could give her a shape of survival that bent close to it.
A physique that could return her, again and again, from points she had already touched in the world.
Still, he would not choose for her. People blad gifts as quickly as they blad curses. Better that she spoke her own choices into place.
They climbed to the second floor of the pavilion. Radeon handed Spice Cure a list of physiques currently available, written cleanly since she could not access his thods on her own through the system.
"First. the Infinite Sanguine Physique," Radeon said. "One drop of blood and it crawls back. You’ll recultivate, over and over. Easy path. Paid in other people’s life."
Spice Cure’s eyes flicked, calculating.
"Second. the Stellar Dust Scattering Physique," Radeon continued. "A single grain of dust and you can return. Slower. Brutal requirents, stellar energy, void energy, chaos energy. You’ll bleed for every step."
He watched her fingers tighten around the paper, but she did not look away.
"Third. the Abundance Harvest Physique," he said. "You turn your body into a seed. You co back through it, and through whatever grows under its touch."
Radeon already knew which one would hook her. It was almost unfair. A mind that wanted endless learning would also want endless growth, endless renewal, endless chances. Still, he waited. He wanted the words.
Spice Cure did not hesitate and did not even glance at what was on the papers as she listened.
"Master. I want the Abundance Harvest Physique."
Radeon nodded once.
Calyx moved in. He did not speak. He only placed a steady hand near Spice Cure’s shoulder, then let her consciousness fade, gentle as closing a book.
Radeon checked her pulse. It was fast. Too stiff. Too tense.
He had warned them both disciples that they might not return alive from this.
The warning had lodged itself in their bodies even if their postures insisted on bravery.
"Let us begin," Radeon said.
Spice Cure lay on the marbled operating table. The ghosts arranged themselves around her like assistants in an old surgery hall.
Calyx raised his staff. The spikes along it had been withdrawn long ago, leaving it blunt and heavy.
He tapped Spice Cure lightly by the head. The separation was imdiate.
Mind, body, and soul loosened from each other like threads pulled from a knot.
"Hold her soul up," Radeon said.
A ghost lifted its hands, palms open, as if it were supporting sothing weightless.
In the air above Spice Cure, the outline of her spirit trembled, faintly luminous, as fragile as breath in winter.
Scalpels floated into place. Radeon opened Spice Cure along her back with careful cuts.
There was no flourish. No drama. Only precision. The ghosts kept the flesh parted, held nerves aside, cradled organs so they did not tear under the wrong pressure.
Radeon drew out her skeleton. The sight would have broken a mortal.
Spice Cure lay there opened and emptied, yet not bleeding like a slaughter.
The ghosts had learned control. Calyx had learned restraint. Radeon had made sure of it.
Then Radeon brought out the replacent.
A skeleton made of wood.
It was Platinum Endless Maple, the sa substance Radeon had used for his own fra, grown from a cut taken from his finger long ago.
It had started as a sliver. It had beco a structure strong enough to bear cultivation.
He fitted the wooden skeleton into her body with the calm of a man assembling a weapon.
Muscle was shifted. Tendons were guided into place. The nervous system was coaxed to lay against unfamiliar channels. Organs were settled like stones set in mortar.
From the canisters the ghosts had harvested in the four infected cities, Radeon drew out vitality.
It pooled thick and green, like living mash. He guided it into the wooden bones until it seeped through the lattice and ford marrow that was not marrow, a plant organ pretending to be a human one.
"Ghost attendants," Radeon said. "Extract her blood."
Four ghosts raised their hands and drew each drop with care. Spice Cure’s veins emptied. Her body tried to seize, tried to reject the new system with instinctive panic.
She convulsed. The plant-like marrow pulsed. Her flesh shuddered as if it wanted to tear itself away from the change.
A Tiyanak near the wall could not help himself.
"Wouldn’t she beco a vegetable at this point?"
Radeon’s mouth curved, a small betrayal of amusent, and he shook his head.
Calyx looked away, face tight, as if laughter was a sin in a room like this.
"Tiyanak," Radeon said evenly. "No jests. Be serious."
More vitality flowed in. The convulsions slowed. Her organs adjusted to the new rhythm.
The color in them shifted, tinged with chlorophyll green. Even her brain, once pink and soft, began to take on a pale green hue, as if the change had found the last place it needed to claim.
Radeon leaned close and began inscribing runes.
They were shamanic tattoo runes from a past life, marks that aided comprehension and that grew with her.
Radeon did not want control over her. He wanted a blessing that could strengthen her as this realm was already on the verge of fracturing itself. He knew what ti to be greedy and what ti to just give his all.
When the skull was set back into place, Radeon closed the incision along her spine. There was no scarring.
No uneven stitch. The flesh knit as if it had never been opened.
Calyx guided mind and spirit back down.
The soul slipped into the body like a hand into a glove.
Spice Cure’s skin darkened to a shade of deep green, then the color eased, fading as if blood rushed back into channels that had been dry.
Light green. Then healthier tones. A blush returned to her cheeks. ridians began to grow, thread by thread, as the new vitality circulated and mapped itself into her.
Her old scars from the mines vanished. Her eyes focused sharper. Even her figure shifted slightly, filled by nourishnt that did not co from food but from life itself.
Calyx watched her and could not keep the reverence out of his voice.
"This child, Lord Radeon, is fortunate to have t you."
Calyx’s mind ran ahead. Such life force could make her blood precious. Panacea-like. A temptation to everyone who preyed on the rare.
He asked it anyway.
"Would such a peerless constitution make her a target, my lord?"
Radeon’s gaze snapped to him. Not angry, but demanding that Calyx understand the world the way Radeon understood it.
Radeon shook his head.
"Arts turn the impossible into doable," Radeon said. "That’s my definition."
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