Heals self

Jodah’s lips formed a thin line, and he decided what he would do. When he re-entered his body, re-entered time, he would be overwhelmed with the pain, mere seconds from death. He would have to start casting his spell here and hope that the transference back to real time would not interrupt it.

More than hope, he was betting his life on it.

He mentally shaped the spell, fashioning it, aware of both the white blaze in his physical mind and the heat radiating from the parlor. He pressed the mana into the proper shape, grasped it firmly, and willed himself back into his body.

The pain was like slamming into a brick wall at a full run, and Jodah wanted to gasp, but there was no air to reach his lungs. He almost forgot his intentions and let the spell slip away, but instead grabbed the white searing blaze in his mind and shoved it into the framework of his spell.

Then he let the spell loose, the darkness pressing in on his eyes from all sides. He did not cast it upon himself.

He cast the spell into the mirror.

And the mirror, invested with its additional power by a planeswalker, rebounded the effect upon him fourfold.

Jodah was almost thrown physically backward by the force of the spell. It was a simple curative, the most basic of spells, multiplied by four. His body trembled, and he could feel the slightest trickle of air dribble into his lungs, cold as a stream off a glacier.

Again, he thought, and pulled the white energy, the memories of the farms and fields, into his mind. Without thinking, he stuffed it into the same framework.

The shock was the same, the next breath a bit stronger. His heart made a staccato beat from the interruption, then thundered strongly in his chest.

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The Shattered Alliance, Chapter 15