38. Shiny New arm.

After Her Bath, a well deserved sleep for everyone, and a quiet morning of being able to watch the sunrise in peace, Silver finally decides to drag micah out of bed, and at first he seems excited for all the wrong reasons. "Micah, wake up, what did you do with that case of dragon steel I had?" Hearing this, he frowns, almost deflated, "uh, Yea i left it with Liam and his dad for now, need me to go get it? Whats going on?" Silver nods, not bothering to delve into details. "Get it and meet me in the throne room alone, its Important, quite memorable, and I may need someone to watch over me while something happens, I will be waiting." With that, silver leaves, leaving him flabbergasted, and flustered once he catches sight as she once again had no clothes. Fifteen minutes later an out of breath micah, comes barreling into the throne room, case in hand, is eyes glued to Silvers form, sprawled on the throne. Silver,seeing the look on his face lets out a hearty laugh. "You should see your face, like a drunk with a fine bottle of expensive whiskey" She waves him forward, doing grabby hands at the case, eager to finally have her arm back.Micah, having shaken himself from his stupor passes over the case as he asks. "So care to tell me what this is all about now?" Silver with an exasperated sigh wags her empty shoulder at him. "My arm!" At that, silver snatches the case, tearing it open and stacking the ingots of dragon steel beside her. "Alright! Now...let's see what this blueprint can do with this..." Silver opens her system windows, navigating until she finds the blueprint, and selecting it, allowing her mana to flow, and allowing it to slowly pick up and move the steel, after a moment or two, they eventually float just at silvers eye level, then, for a long time nothing seems to happen despite consuming more and more mana, until, eventually the air around the ingots, starts to slowly grow warm, and eventually, sweat beads silvers forehead, an hour passes, two passes, eventually it starts to gain a sort of inner light, a dark fiery red that grows and grows, and then eventually grows lighter until its a nice bright orange, and at this point the mana moves it easily, drawing it into different shapes and creating mana channels, forging components. But, as Silver watches with deep fascination, she notices a distinct lack of shoulder brackets like most prosthetics, not being completely familiar though, she opts to watch, seeing a shoulder region of the arm take form, with two opposing plates, one seeming to mount to the arm the other has sharp raised runic symbols, and pointy, tiny drill like things, organized along all the outer edge, and every half inch staggered on the inside of the disk. Upon seeing this, Silver's face grows pale, the thought of what those are sending a shiver of horror through her. "M-micah...gimme your belt, please, and fetch the healer afterward." Micah, seeing her pale complexion, scrambles, nearing snatching his belt off before passing it over. "Here, whatever is about to happen wait til I get back!" He says leaving. In the mean time, the construction of the new arm never ceases, pieces and components are created and fitted, claws, motors, sensors, a power core of some kind, its appearance oddly like the dyson sphere in the city, even with the deep fear of what is to come, silver cant help but to have a bit of deep fascination to the construction, some of its designs not a common or even a known used prosthetic point, so how does the system? Her system? Is it cumulative knowledge? Theory testing? Most viable option? About twenty minutes pass when the doors open followed by micah and the small blonde healer, layla? Still have got her name. Enter, the healer slowing down, her eyed locked on the nearly completed arm floating in the air in fascination. "Its a beautiful piece for the amount of pain It is about to inflict..." Silver says, drawing the girls attention. "W-what do you mean? Do i do something wrong?" The girl stutters out worriedly, afterwards, their first meeting silver had used her like a punching bag pretty bad. "You? No, look at the two shoulder plates, do you see any straps or anything comfortable to attach onto my shoulder? There's a glowing steel plate with tiny metal drills, and bladed runes to sink all of it deep into my shoulder but no straps..." Silver says, making the girl look much more closely, and even her complexion grows pale, causing micah to panic a bit. "Micah, calm down, whatever happens don't stop it and don't stand in the way, its going to hurt, but that arm...its a work of beauty, And I will have it now." With that silver gets herself ready, sitting up, her shoulder angling towards the pieces, stuffing Micah thick leather belt betwren her teeth biting down tightly. Almost as if the parts were waiting for this, they shift around, clicking into place, the last few to be installed, slender elegant fingers, with recessed claws longer than her real ones, and far sharper if appearance is anything to go by. Eventually the main disk of the arm attaches to the prosthetic as the other shifts, still glowing bright orange nearly white in its heat, lining up carefully to some unknown measurement. The group, though sickened and pale at the realization its going to be installed whilst still hot, cant seem to help but be morbidly fascinated as the disk shifts left,right, back and forth, teetering on its x,y and z axis.A few minutes fast, and Silvers nerves finally crack as she starts breathing faster, the anticipated pain making her eyes grow large, and as if it had been waiting for that point, the plate moves incredibly fast, slamming into her shoulder hard, digging deep into the flesh, the smell and sound of sizzling flesh fills the room, followed immediately by a blood curdling scream, though muffled by both the belt and walls, its loud enough to reach the ears of all the people outside. Unable to enter, all they can do is worry, yet again, a common thing around silver. But the scream that follows after makes everyone sick, a sound akin to having ones soul being shredded would be the closest analogy, Those tiny drills had started digging into silvers body, creating new mana connections to all of her meridians and mana veins, which also means it has to make a pathway to her soul to allow proper flow. The pain so excruciating that Silver blacks out within only a few seconds of this intense pain, despite the healer doing her best to alleviate as much pain as she can, soul pain is beyond most healers. A few hours pass, and in that time silver had broken out into a cold sweat, then a fever, then had went through a phase of seizures before finally growing calm. Now mid day, micah lets the healer leave to let the rest know whats going on, sure they heard those harrowing screams that will definitely fuel his nightmares from now on. After another hour, silver finally comes to, now with a new mechanical arm effortlessly supporting her as she sits up groggily. "Well...That sucked!"