Keeps his mother alive despite extreme temperature changes

The Gamer’s Body kept my flesh from breaking down under damage, keeping my wounds from really building upon one another or worsening. I didn’t need to worry about blood loss or not being able to use a broken limb or the effects of exposure; I took damage, possibly at regular intervals or as a continuous effect, and that was that. Even having been dipped in lava and frozen to far, far below zero, I’d be fine as soon as I was out, especially once I’d had a chance to heal myself—but my mother’s entire body must have been at risk of shutting down, her organs failing in the wake of the absurd changes in temperature. And with the amount of Aura she must have spent doing it, to say nothing of the fight beforehand…

At the moment…it was probably only my hold on her that kept her alive. I healed us both in shifts, trying to mend the damage as it occurred, but I needed to be able to do something. At the same time, though, I couldn’t risk discarding the protection my mother had nearly died to give us any more than I could let her actually die. But if there was nowhere safe…

No choice, I thought as the White Tiger lifted a hand, flames gather above us in the form of a massive Flare that it immediately dropped on the street in front of us. It covered the road with a sheet of flames and I called out to Suryasta to stoke them higher and hotter. Levant guided the winds, drawing all the air nearby through the hottest parts of the flames again and again, trying my utmost to purify it all. In the midst of it all, I kept especially tight control over a carefully corralled pocket of air, keeping it from shifting to carbon dioxide in the flames. After a minute of focus, I let the flames die out—and then combined my affinities for fire and lightning to bake the area again. Finally, as my lungs began to burn and I was all but forcing my mother’s heart to beat, I combined water and air to cool the pocket I’d formed enough to be breathable and set us down inside.

God, please let this be enough, I prayed as I freed us both from our icy prison and held my mother tight. I looked down at her face as my vision cleared and just the sight of her hurt. Her skin had gone nearly blue, but it went far, far beyond that. Her skin…in places it had cracked open and begun to slowly ooze blood that itself froze in ugly looking clumps. Frozen so harshly, her hair and eyelashes had broken in uneven clumps as we came free, literally snapping off. Bits of her lips had flaked off, revealing cracked and frozen teeth, but her eyes…her eyes were the worst, enough that I wanted to avert my own.

But I didn’t. Free of our prison and the source of harm, I focused all my efforts on healing her, restoring the lost HP with Soulforge Restoration, casting Regeneration on her, and even expending a blue Dust crystal to try to mend the horrific damage her own defense had wrought. Only when I was done and she had ceased to look like a frozen statue did I pay attention to anything else.

First things first, I checked her over carefully and then glanced down at myself, exhaling slowly in relief. At first glance, we didn’t seem to have been effected, which was good.

On the other hand, we seemed to be alone, which was very, very bad. If the others were gone…