Getting rid of part of the tail

Slowly coming to my senses and opening my eyes, remembering what I had gone through began to fill my head.

The warmth from the dead wyvern was no longer so noticeable, I winced from the pain on the right side of my body and tried to move carefully getting out of its wing in which I decided to take a breath. Having got out, I looked around with fear, expecting to hear the approach of monsters and animals.

I didn't know how long I was unconscious; the rain that was falling at the time of our battle with the wyvern had already stopped.

Leaving behind mud and puddles, the day was coming to an end and the cold began to feel more and more intense.

Remembering that the tormentors were supposed to stay outside and hold back the monsters, when I tried to call them off, I was surprised to find that they were already in my mind.

Did they come back on their own after scaring off the monsters and animals? Finding no other reason why the tormentors returned to me, I wandered towards the place where I left the shield and broken sword.

I had a desire to remove the harbinger and examine my body after the fire of the wyvern, which caused me obvious damage and the most dangerous thing was the remnant of its tail, which was in my side. I had an unpleasant feeling in my side and the right side of my body was still burning from the fire.

I understood that the pills would not be able to completely heal the wounds on my body, but now was not the place and not the time to look at myself and regret what happened.

Having walked through the mud and puddles to the place where, according to my recollections, I left the shield, at dusk I found it with difficulty; it was covered in mud and in some places damage from the battle with the wyvern was visible.

Leaning towards the shield, I felt a terrible pulsation of pain in the place where part of the wyvern's tail remained.

Holding back a scream and clenching my other hand into a fist, I began to realize what a difficult situation I was in.

I had no opportunity to continue my journey in this state; there was a danger that the tail would damage my body from the inside, which could lead to my death.

I didn't want to take risks and test my luck in such a situation, raising my shield through the pain and heading to the place where I left the remains of my sword.

The night began to get longer, my right eye saw a little worse than the left. The night was not a hindrance to me thanks to the vision of the dark elves, and thanks to this I managed to find the remains of the sword, experiencing the same pain as when raising the shield.

I still decided that I needed to take care of the remnants of the wyvern in my body. Choosing a place to place the tent and setting it up, for greater peace of mind, calling the tormentors and giving them the order to guard the same place again, I entered the tent.

Once inside the tent and slowly removing my Harbinger armor, I felt my fear rise from what I imagined my body could look like.

Having removed the top of the armor and finding myself naked on top, I began to examine my body, in the places where the wyvern's fire hit, my skin looked as if it had been in the sun for a long time, it was noticeable that it had lost its beauty and looked like a black and large scar.

Between the skin it was noticeable how bloody streaks stretched along the right side of my body. I felt my hands begin to tremble, looking at them and noticed with horror that if the right side of the body was black in color and there were traces of fire that left traces of my armor on the body.

The hand was completely disfigured, there was no hair anywhere, traces of fire were more obvious on the hand, just like how it burned in the fire.

As I passed my left hand over my right, I noticed how my touch caused slight pain both in my hand and in the right side of my body.

Biting my lip and raising my arms forward, I noticed that my right arm was producing an unpleasant pain both in the body and in the arm.

My heart was beating faster and fear filled my head with different thoughts. Lowering my left hand, I tried to get used to my appearance on the right side.

I understood that it would most likely be difficult to accept myself as I quickly became, and gradually hoped that I would accept my new appearance.

Looking down to the place where the wyvern's tail penetrated, I saw how bloody traces began to go in different directions from this place.

Thanks to the pills I took before falling into oblivion, the wound healed, but the tail, being inside, poisoned my body inside.

Trying to move my hand as carefully as possible over the place where the wyvern's tail remained, I felt a sharp pain even from the touch.

Holding back a cry and looking around the tent, I thought about where it would be better to remove the remains of the tail.

Having thrown away the thoughts of lying down or sitting down, all I could do was stand, taking slow breaths and trying to calm down and going to the mirror and standing slightly sideways to it.

I was thinking about how to open the wound and what to bite at the moment when I begin to open my own body.

Not finding anything that could help me, I did not want to use magic since the pain might be so severe that I would cancel the magic.

Trying to create darkness in my body like I did in the battle with the wyvern did not lead to anything.

Taking out the broken blade, which was still covered in dirt, I called upon the darkness and cleaned it. It began to look so clean that I noticed part of my reflection in the edges where cracks were visible.

Trying not to look closely at what happened to my face, driving away thoughts, I broke off the leg of the chair.

Removing the remaining pieces of wood with my hand, placing it next to me on the table, I took out a pill to take immediately after I took out the tail.

I didn't want to risk making sure that everything I needed to open my side, I put the chair leg into my mouth.

Squeezing it with my teeth and lifting the broken blade with my left hand, I looked in the mirror to see as accurately as possible where my blade entered.

While making the cut, I saw how the blood began to flow out of my body, first slightly, then more and more as the cut became larger.

I began to feel pain and biting harder and harder on the leg of the chair, feeling how my body was heating up and dropping the broken blade nearby, I began to penetrate the wound with my left hand.

And at that moment I felt severe pain in my body, restraining the desire to remove my hand, I began to try to feel the remains of the tail with my fingers.

The blood began to drip more and more onto the floor of the tent, squeezing the chair leg with its teeth more and more tightly and penetrating its fingers deeper and deeper into its body.

Time passed very slowly. My body was burning and the feeling that my heart was going to jump out of my chest was getting stronger.

I had thoughts of giving up and returning to Keirin so that she could help me. Discarding these thoughts, I penetrated deeper into my side, I heard the stick in my mouth begin to crack.

Fearing that it might crack and my scream might be heard by the monsters living nearby, I hoped that I would quickly find the remains of the tail.

Blood flowed more and more from the wound and there was a feeling that my fingers began to get colder as the feeling of cold became more and more.

With my fingers I felt the tip of the tail and began to pull outward. And at that moment pain pierced my whole body, the broken leg cracked in my mouth, squeezing my mouth, I pulled my tail out more and more.

My gaze incessantly looked at the wound, watching as my hand gradually came out of my body and behind it came the remains of the tail, I squeezed my right hand tightly.

Having waited until the entire tail was outside and throwing it on the floor, holding the wound with my hand, I spat out the broken leg from my mouth, threw in a pill and swallowed it, I felt the pain gradually go away.