Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Everything in front began to twist, the burning light and flame engulfing all that the eye could see, the ripped time-space and devouring heat currents interwoven, everything started to drift away...

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"Cough, cough..." The itch and pain from the throat made the girl involuntarily cough, and each shake of the body would bring intense pain.

Finally, as the throat slightly eased, the girl propped her arms to look up. The sun in the sky shone through the gray, dark clouds. The earth was a barren wasteland, with no trees, only a sparse amount of yellow, graying weeds growing.

"Where is this..." Tilan slowly sat up, supporting her extremely fragile body, and glanced around.

A boundless surface of rubble stretched out, with remnants of numerous massive meteorite craters and abandoned metal fragments scattered in all directions, and where she stayed was also at the center of a large pit about 50 meters in diameter.

Suddenly thinking of something, the girl looked down and searched around, finding the silver-haired elf still peacefully asleep beside her, letting out a sigh of relief in her heart.

Ores was still alive; she gently stroked the forehead of this elf girl, checking her body.

There were many internal injuries, probably caused by excessive use of Magic Power, but fortunately, the injuries were not fatal, only causing weakness for a period of time.

As for herself, she attempted to stand up, but it was still a bit difficult.

With her strength at Sequence 6, coupled with her Talent Ability, she wouldn't normally be this weak, but after fully activating the Space-Time Authority to traverse the Star River with another person, even she barely avoided an accident, almost getting lost in the turbulent space currents.

At the last moment, she, along with Ores, followed a hazy feeling, burst out of the Aijieka Sea, landing on this life-bearing planet, and to protect Ores, her body was nearly torn apart by the tiny and extremely dangerous gaps in the space turbulence.

Luckily, she herself already possessed a certain degree of Space-Time Authority, barely maintaining her form, but such injuries would prevent the use of Space-Time Authority for a long time, even the normal use of Magic Power needed extreme caution to avoid triggering various internal injuries.

Kneeling on the ground, Tilan thought about it; currently, what she mastered most proficiently and which suited her current Status best was the 'Spring Melody Hymn' learned from the Cult, a secret tome of the Water Sanctuary, using the Angel's blessing to harmonize internal injuries and heavy soul trauma with soft rhythms.

Closing her eyes, she began to try humming this somewhat unfamiliar holy song, and as the tune resounded, a faint halo of water vapor emerged on her body, slowly permeating into her form.

Good, at this pace, it would take about two weeks to heal the more severe internal injuries and regain a considerable amount of strength, two months for complete recovery.

Three hours later, Tilan slowly opened her eyes; she was a bit fatigued, and today's Healing effect was slowly reaching its limit, needing to wait until tomorrow to continue.

Trying to sit up, she moved her hands and feet, then came to Ores's side, carefully lifting her up.

The sleeping Ores leaned against Tilan, her slightly warm and full body pressing against the shoulder, a subtle floral scent following along, probably the perfume Ores usually wore.

Compared to Tilan, Ores was slightly taller, still deep in sleep, breathing steadily.

Fingers gently brushed over the back of Ores's head, feeling the fine silver long hair, Tilan slightly compared their weights.

This girl has gotten heavier than before, she teased inwardly, then worried about Ores's condition, unsure of when she would awaken.

Although there were no severe physical injuries, Ores's spiritual scars might be unimaginable, even Tilan couldn't ascertain her current Status, only hoping she would wake up soon.

But the current task was to find a place where people lived so that they could contact the Federal Official for better healing and recovery.

I just hope this isn't the Star Domain of the Central Star Region, otherwise it could be cumbersome. If it's the Southern and Eastern Star Domain, it would be easier and convenient to get help.

Supporting Ores, Tilan tried to lift her up, but her arms hurt painfully, advising her against attempting such a dangerous act.

Uh, it seems walking is not an option today.

Thinking so, Tilan laid Ores down again on a relatively clean patch of ground, letting her slowly lie down again, then found a flatter slab of stone to sit on.

The sky slowly dimmed as night gradually descended.

Tilan sat in this wilderness full of stars, gazing at the Star River, counting the constellations in the sky.

"Is that Ursa Major? It doesn't quite look like it..." The girl watched the myriad stars rise, her heart growing anxious and worried, for this place didn't match any starry sky known to her.

With a tinge of unease, Tilan slowly fell asleep in the deep night...

In the morning, the girl woke up to a slight tug, she opened her eyes and found Ores was leaning against her, her fingers unconsciously tugging at her sleeve, the silver-haired Ice Spirit lady's expression naive and hesitant, like a pure child.

"Ores, are you feeling okay?" Tilan held her hand, letting her perception extend to check the other's condition.

"I, you, drink..." Ores, at this moment, spoke incoherent words, seemingly wanting to express something, but unfortunately, couldn't clearly articulate it.

"Is it water you want?" Tilan thought for a moment, cupping her hands together, chanting softly, the water molecules in the air gradually gathered under the pull of Magic Power, slowly moistening her palms, and in a few minutes, some water droplets formed.