Ascension of the Cursed Healer

CHAPTER 5 – Echoes of the Dead

The rain hadn’t stopped in three nights. It fell like ash over the Cathedral District, washing through ancient spires, glowing sigils, and the pale statues of forgotten saints.

Terry and Corvin moved through the shadows beneath the great stained-glass towers, cloaks soaked through.

Each step echoed softly against cobblestone lined with mana channels pulsing faintly blue. “Keep your head down,” Corvin whispered. “These streets belong to the Circle after dark.”

Terry adjusted his hood. “You really think they’re hiding a lab here?”

Corvin’s eyes flicked toward a distant cathedral. “Not hiding. Testing. Listen.”

From somewhere deep within the cathedral came a faint, rhythmic hum, a heartbeat of machinery and magic. Terry frowned. “That sound”

“is a soul reactor,” Corvin said. “They’re using one to anchor the resurrected bodies.”

He led the way to a side passage, a narrow stairwell descending beneath the cathedral’s outer wall. The air grew colder with each step, damp stone giving way to the faint smell of blood and incense.

The tunnel opened into a vast underground hall. Dim light spilled from glass tubes lining the walls, tubes filled with bodies suspended in glowing fluid. Terry froze. “Are those?”

“Vessels,” Corvin said grimly. “Failed ones.”

Terry approached one. The face was distorted, features half-formed, eyes closed but trembling as if dreaming. “This is wrong,” he whispered. “They’re still alive.”

Corvin’s expression hardened. “Alive is a generous word.”

A sound broke the silence, a metallic hiss, followed by footsteps. Corvin drew his blade. “We’re not alone.”

A voice echoed through the hall, smooth and familiar. “You shouldn’t have come back, Corvin.”

From behind a row of containment tubes stepped a tall man in a white coat, his face marked with the serpent insignia of the Circle. “Dr. Halden,” Corvin muttered. “So they resurrected you too.”

Halden smiled. “Resurrected? No. Upgraded.”

He turned his gaze to Terry. “And this must be the prodigy the Circle wants so badly.”

Terry glared. “You’re the one experimenting on them?”

Halden chuckled. “Experimenting? No, boy. Perfecting. We’re creating eternal healers, bodies that never die, souls that never fade. Imagine what humanity could become if death was optional.”

“That’s not life,” Terry snapped. “That’s imprisonment.”

Halden tilted his head. “Spoken like someone who’s never lost everything.”

He tapped the glass of a nearby tube. “Tell me, Terry, do you still dream about your mother?”

Terry froze. “What did you just say?”

Halden smiled faintly. “You think we didn’t study your past when you entered the Academy? Anna Williams, died when you were twelve. Healer’s fever, wasn’t it? Her soul was particularly… resilient.”

Corvin’s hand tightened around his sword. “Halden, don’t”

Halden gestured toward one of the containment chambers. The fluid inside shimmered. Slowly, a figure began to move. Terry’s chest went cold.

Inside the glass floated a woman, her hair dark and soft, her face gentle and familiar. Her eyes opened, glowing faint blue. “Mother…” he breathed.

She pressed a hand against the glass. “Terry…?”

The word was faint, distorted, but real. Terry stumbled forward, tears burning his eyes. “No… this can’t be”

Halden’s smile widened. “We recovered her essence years ago. She was one of our earliest subjects. A miracle, really. The first to respond to resurrection infusion.”

Corvin stepped between them. “You’re playing with echoes, Halden. That isn’t his mother—it’s a reflection made from her lingering soul fragments.”

Terry shook his head. “No. She knows me. She said my name.”

Halden’s tone softened, mockingly gentle. “You see now why we do this, boy? Death doesn’t have to mean goodbye. Join us, and you can perfect this gift. Bring her back completely.”

“Don’t listen,” Corvin warned.

Halden continued, his words slicing through the silence. “Your healing energy is the missing piece, Terry. The final bridge between life and afterlife. Help us, and she lives again. Refuse, and she fades forever.”

Terry’s hands trembled. The light from the glass flickered across his face, half blue, half red. He turned to Corvin. “Is it true? Could I bring her back?”

Corvin’s voice was rough. “Maybe. But it wouldn’t be her.”

“She’s right there!” Terry shouted.

“And so are a thousand others who suffered for it,” Corvin snapped. “You bring one back, and you damn them all.”

Halden sighed. “You always were dramatic, Corvin. Fine. If persuasion fails, pain will suffice.”

He raised a hand. The containment tubes began to glow. The air vibrated as the fluid drained away, releasing half-formed vessels.

They stumbled forward, eyes empty, movements jerky and wrong. Corvin drew his sword. “Terry, focus!”

Terry clenched his fists, power flaring. His aura burned brighter than ever, flickering between healing blue and furious crimson. The floor cracked beneath his feet. “Stay behind me,” Corvin said.

“No,” Terry growled. “Not this time.”

He moved forward, thrusting his hands toward the oncoming creatures. “Rest,” he whispered.

A shockwave rippled outward, half healing light, half destructive pulse. The creatures convulsed, their bodies dissolving into dust, their trapped souls released in a blinding flash.

The glass chamber shattered. His mother’s form flickered, fading. “Terry…” her voice was soft, breaking apart with the light. “My sweet boy… let me go…”

He reached out, tears streaming down his face. “No, please!”

The light vanished. Silence. Halden watched, expression unreadable. “So emotional. Pity. You could have changed everything.”

Terry’s power surged again, wild and violent. “You took everything from me!”

Corvin grabbed his shoulder. “Don’t, he wants you to lose control!”

But it was too late. Terry’s energy exploded outward, shattering the floor and sending Halden flying backward into the darkness.

When the light faded, the lab was in ruins. The containment chambers lay in shards, the souls freed. Halden was gone. Terry collapsed to his knees, gasping. “She was real…”

Corvin knelt beside him. “She was a memory given flesh. You freed her, Terry. That’s mercy.”

Terry’s voice trembled. “If this is mercy… why does it hurt so much?”

Corvin placed a hand on his shoulder. “Because you’re still human. Never lose that.”

In the silence that followed, the cathedral’s bells began to toll above, deep, mournful, and cold. Somewhere beyond the ruins, Halden’s voice echoed faintly through the comms.

“Phase two begins now. Prepare the other vessels. The Healer’s Wrath has awakened.”