Immortal Healer: Immortal Stonekeeper Prequel (2025) Chapter 13: Chapter 13: Ghosts Of The Past

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Logically speaking, he knew why this was happening. But it was hard not to think that the whole world was against him right now. Since naturally formed liminal spaces were formed by lingering negative energy, it was only natural that they sustained themselves by drawing on similar energy. Hilda was a seventeen-year-old who had not experienced many of life’s struggles yet. Duncan was five hundred and sixty-one years old and had spent centuries in various wars. Between the two of them, it was obvious who harboured more negative energy. And in this case, the liminal space clearly drew on Duncan’s unpleasant past experiences to evoke more negative emotions. It didn’t help that he messed up the countdown earlier, either. Meanwhile, Bertram Harvey’s announcements had faded into an echoey smear by now, sounding like they were somehow coming from even farther away. Duncan walked along the platform, magic at the ready. There was an odd, lingering smell in the air, which brought back the unpleasant memories of choking on mustard gas twenty-eight years ago. Still, that was not the part that repulsed him most. It was the unmistakable smell of blood mixed within it. He looked at the empty train that had apparently pulled into the station when his eyes were shut earlier. It was sitting patiently on the railway with its doors open, as though waiting for the man to board it. That’s not good. Although there was no one on board the train, he wasn’t about to get on. Curious as he was about where it would take him, Duncan wasn’t stupid enough to risk getting himself even more lost in this hellhole. The priority would be to get back to Hilda and— A gunshot cracked in the air without warning. Duncan flinched and instinctively ducked behind a platform wall. His hand shot to his waist, where his medical supplies would usually dangle during wartime. But of course, it wasn’t there. Muted gunfire rang from somewhere far away, accompanied by the sound of people groaning. The war veteran rolled out of cover as though bullets were flying overhead, before breaking into a mad dash down the platform. His legs pumped on their own, driven by instinct and muscle memory. Dammit, I’m not quick enough. The soldiers need my help now! He reached into his coat pocket, feeling cold metal greet his fingers. With a simple flick of his wrist, a dagger shot forward in a flash of silver, embedding itself in a brick wall ahead. Duncan leapt forward as his body vanished in a flash of gold. He materialised again less than a second later, holding onto the Transylvanian Darting Dagger still stuck between the cold bricks. Duncan pushed himself off the wall and landed smoothly on the ground. Still, the voices were coming from far away. It was as though he didn’t make any progress towards them at all. Duncan grasped at thin air as he tried to touch the non-existent medical kit again. Hold on, I’m not in a war now. What am I doing— “M— Medic?” Duncan whipped around at the familiar voice. “Medic, help me… It hurts…” Lucy Carpenter was somehow in front of him, and she was dressed in a sixteenth-century English soldier uniform. The woman staggered towards him, her body bloodied and filled with stab wounds. “Lucy!” Duncan exclaimed in shock, panic overriding all rationality. “Hold on, I’m coming!” He sprinted as fast as he could, but the floor seemed to be moving in the opposite direction instead. “Wha—? What’s going on?” Lucy’s screams filled the air as she spasmed. Blood spurted out of newly formed holes in her body, as though she were being stabbed by invisible spears. “Wait, please! No!” Sparks fizzled from Duncan as he tried to open a portal to her, but his magic refused to come. “Give me another chance! I can save them! I can save— ” Lucy’s limp body knelt over and collapsed to the ground, blood soaking through her uniform and pooling on the concrete floor. No… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… A cold hand seized Duncan’s wrist roughly before he could react. “You’re a Sorcerer!” Bertram Ha