I took a few seconds to just breathe. It was over. Ammun was gone. His soul had been released from its phylactery and passed into the reincarnation cycle. Someday, it would return as a new person, one without all its memories from over a thousand years as a lich. That was probably for the best, as that soul had been abused in a way that defied words.A few seconds was all I could afford at the moment, unfortunately. My injuries quickly made themselves known to me, intruding on my moment of reflection as darkness encroached on my vision. For all that I would have liked to just collapse on the spot, the battle technically wasn’t over. I needed to patch myself up and go to the aid of my allies.Healing was a delicate form of magic, one of the few that demanded my full attention even at the lowest levels. I quickly found a stable patch of ground to land on, pulled a salve out of my phantom space, and smeared a generous portion across both my abdomen and my back where Ammun’s spell had skewered me. Then, using that as a base to draw on, I began the delicate process of transmuting the raw material into a patch on my stomach.It wasn’t as simple as just sealing up the holes to stop the blood from leaking out, of course. Ammun had hit my spine, severing some fairly important nerves in addition to rupturing an organ. Right now, the only thing keeping me upright was that I had my back to a tree that had miraculously survived the bombardment we’d put several acres of wilderness through. A big rock I’d hauled over and placed next to the tree gave me something to lean on, since the muscles needed for posture weren’t exactly working right now.This wasn’t an injury I’d get fixed up today, but I could spend ten minutes or so to keep it from killing me before I rejoined the fight. My feet were another issue, though that was more about stopping the blood loss than anything else. I’d regrow the missing toes later – once I had a proper environment to do so. (...)