After a day or so had passed, after she had healed around the rod and in a chamber of coated-gss walls(her naked form hidden from anyone's gaze), he now carefully used a dark substance, the acidic concoction, to slowly corrode the precious metal—destroying such riches that an average human could spend its entire life toiling and still not be able to obtain them.
Throughout the whole long procedure and its difficult stages, Kali has been in a state of deep sleep—the gleaming diadem never leaving its purchase. As it is true now, during the use of the special acidic concoction, so it must be true in the days ahead, during which she must continue to slumber deeply, else her mind would become drenched in torment. For despite being fully healed in the flesh, she would feel a great pain, as the cold ache of the procedure's passing rends its vergs-cquered cws across the insides of her belly.
Part by painstaking part, pieces of the now rusted and degraded metal, as well as shiny dust and the dry acid residue, are removed from her, unable to harm her near-invulnerable skin but still slow-going to remove.
Following the hours of this meticulous phase, the st and tiniest remnants of metal and dry acid residue and dust are all washed away out of her with copious amounts of water, rapidly injected into the cavity using a custom-made, bellows-looking device of Schor Magnus' making.
If he rejects her, this will all be for naught. Although...doubtful. From old paintings, manuscripts, frescoes, sculptures, and such, Magnus knew, he knew Kali's facial symmetry was superior to that of any human woman. Kali's entire skin was fwless, body taut and strong-looking, torso long and graceful, each curve in the right pce and firm. All the features that the human poets favored greatly. Although...Maker is as close to a human as I am to an ant. He has no equal. He sighed. How foolish of you to ponder on what a deity might do, Magnus chided himself.
I should do what Nikoos did, he thought. The idea of leaving magnificent Vantium, the rgest city, the center of the world, was not an appealing one to Magnus. He pondered on leaving the city not long after ensuring Kali is fully recovered and awake. If word gets out of how he secretly used an archbde, a human-made weapon, their safeguard against Maker, well, Magnus' popurity might be on a slight decline. I should leave for at least a few months, that dark-purple brat could easily overreact and kill me.
Schor Magnus straightened and looked upon the final result of his considerable efforts. Where once was pristine pale purple skin, now stood a perfect vertical line, a clean scar-like presence. A presence Kindred Kali will have for the rest of her long days.
What have I done?
