Trauma

Circe was thrown onto the ground by the Juggernaut, blood pouring out of her stomache. Her eyes were wide with shock and pain, feeling as if the end was near.

Circe's already pale skin began to lose the little color it had. The Juggernaut, feeling the need for a double-tap, stabbed Circe a second time just above where it had stabbed the first time.

The young demigod forced magic into her wounds, hoping to speed up the healing. She infused healing magic and tried her best to speed up the time of the healing magic with her time magic.

The massive holes in her torso began to heal at a visible rate. Circe began to use as much magic as possible and healed herself extremely quickly. She began to stand, only to be impaled once more. This time, one of her lungs were punctured, making her cough out her own blood.

Circe kept repeating the process of healing herself only to be impaled once more, pain racking her body constantly. When she had trained with Athena, she hadn't thought that she could feel a pain worse than that, but this far outclassed the miniscule pain that Athena would cause impaling the young demigod.

As Circe was impaled on the Juggernaut's limbs, hanging like a ragdoll, she forced the grimoire out of her wrist, knowing it would increase all her spell's potency.

She used a blast of wind to force herself out of the stake and began healing as fast as possible.

Meanwhile, the Juggernaut roared in rage running to the demigod who was crawling in pain.

Circe, knowing this was her last chance, prayed to her mother to give her the will to cast the next spell.

As the Juggernaut slammed it's claw toward Circe, just before it impaled her, the world lost all color. And just like that, Circe knew she had correctly cast her spell. Time Stop.

Circe let out a sigh of relief. Circe crawled out of the Juggernauts grasp and observed her extremely damaged clothing. She let out a small sigh and summoned a black sweater from her mini-dimension and put that on.

Circe, while still in the Time Stop, cast over 100 Space-Blades around the Juggernaut. The girl let out a small victorious smirk as she walked 20 meters away and unstopped the time in the dungeon.

Circe let out a laugh of victory as she watched her tormentor collapse onto the ground and fade into a black mist. Circe walked to the stairs in pain, after all, her healing spells would heal her physical body, but they wouldn't get rid of the pain she felt. That is what she sacrificed to get her spells to be as potent as they are.

Circe collapsed on the stairway, not exhausted, but she didn't want to ascend the dungeon before the torturous pain faded away.

Circe sat down in a meditative position for a few hours, waiting for the pain to fade.

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Circe was asleep in her bed, tossing and turning. To any outsider it would be obvious that it was an awful nightmare that the young mage was going through.

Inside Circe's dream, she was reliving her day in the dungeon constantly. More specifically, her battle with the Juggernaut.

Stab. Impalement. Pain. Slash. 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

Circe quickly sat up in a cold sweat. Fear stricken across her eyes.

The girl shook her head, trying to force herself to completely wake from that nightmare. She quickly walked out of her room, trying to just completely forget about that dream.

The girl entered the main area of the guild, ready to sell her mana cores from the day before.

"Hello Eina, how are you today?" Circe asked the receptionist at the desk.

"I'm good today. Are you here to sell your Mana Cores?" Eina asked the young demigod. The girl in question just gave a simple nod, bringing her mana cores out of her mini-dimension.

The receptionist gave a nod, collecting the mana stones while she went to the resting area to wait for her Valis to be calculated.

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Circe was walking around Babel, looking for a certain goddess. She wanted to commission her to make her a few rings that were highly magic conductive. She wanted to enchant the rings to give her large amounts of speed and defense.

The speed was so she could dodge all the attacks that are thrown at her. Then, the defense is for when she fails to dodge and gets hit, *impaled*, again.

Circe arrived in front of a door, reading the name tag to say 'Hephaestus.'

Circe swiftly knocked before entering the room before even being told to enter. She entered to see that Hephaestus was working on papers inside of her office.

Circe gave a slightly awkward wave before speaking, "Hello Hephaestus, are you free for a commission?"

Hephaestus simply looked to Circe before looking at the mountain of paper then back to Circe. Then, Circe was given a look that said both, 'Really?' and 'Thank you.'

"Of course, Mystic, what do you need to be made? Of course, it will be quite costly." Hephaestus told the new adventurer.

"Two things. One, why did you call me Mystic? And I can handle the cost." Circe said with a questioning look on her face.

"Oh? Ouranos didn't tell you? Well, Mystic is your title. Anyway, what is your request for me to make? Hephaestus said, wondering what her newest project could be.

"I was hoping that you could make me ten rings. I wanted them to be highly receptive to magical enchants. And, if you could, would it be possible to make them all growth items?" Circe said with a hopeful gaze.

Hephaestus seemed to be in thought for a few moments before giving a simple nod. "It will end up costing you about 2 billion Valis if you wish for all of them to be growth items."

Circe seemed to be prepared for a high number, but not one quite that high. She had a sharp intake of breath before asking how long it would take to make.

"3 weeks."