As the teleportation spell dimmed Raven felt a sudden pull at his core as was flung out of the cave. Like a disease ailing the body, the cave itself cast him out like a living orgasm trying to incinerate infection through healthy cells.
The volatility of magic inside the cave even flung him hard enough to hit his head against a tree trunk, causing a small crack to appear on the back of Raven's skull.
Thankfully for him, the beaver who was leading the slaves out witnessed it alongside the others behind him. And since many of the centaurian women were charmed by him, they rushed to his aid without caring for anything else. Once they were rushing towards him in full force, the suited beaver was left flying behind them with their leashes now tangled all over his body.
"AGhAhgAhgH!' He screamed in blabber, but with the girls too focused on tending to Raven and the rest of the slaves simply not caring, the demi-human was dragged through the mud until finally, the leashes spanned completely.
As for Raven, he'd fallen unconscious from the sudden hit to the skull that was now making his cranium internally bleed. The girls tried to heal him, some with the little magic they knew and the others looking for any medicine they'd brought or the herbs that could help.
But when none of it led them anywhere, the machina's watching the whole thing sent a distress signal back to their iron queen–something they hadn't been able to do thanks to the volatility of the cave to mess up their flow of magic.
In the meantime, while they waited for a response, the girls picked Raven from the spot and laid him out on even ground. Resting his head comfortably on a stack of clothes that they'd ripped from their bodies, they at least managed to stop his condition from getting much worse.
Unbeknownst to them, the mana-fused eye was already healing the unconscious mage–but also meant that if left untreated by a competent healer, he would live for sure but lose his eye once again.
"Did we not bring a single potion?!" Screamed one of the distressed girls.
Hearing her plea everyone's eyes turned to the contractor still tangled in the broken leashes. With their glaring sights set on him, the contractor's heart was seized with fear. He knew he'd cut corners, he knew that at least a few would die in that cave, and yet for sheer greed of saving a few pouches of gold, he was willing to play with the lives of his slaves.
"I-ITS NOT MY FAULT THIS PLACE IS A DEATH TRAP!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, his hands steadily making their way through to slip into his pocket and clutch the pendant that turned his commodity obedient once again.
Before his fingers clutched that cold iron, however, a flash of blue light blinded everyone for a moment. Then as it slowly diminished, they saw the Elenarian's genius Shamisha, scantily clad in a dark robe with only a belt holding the fabric together.
Revealing in every manner from the hefty amount of cleavage to the trace of her butt barely hanging out of the robe, she appeared like she'd been in a sauna of sorts before being sent to take care of the mess at the excavation.
"Where is he?" She asked, grabbing hold of her belt and tying it tighter.
For a moment none of her words registered to anyone, but with a confident stride from the inventor towards the slaves, one of the girls quickly directed her to Raven. Wasting no time, the bunny girl knelt next to Raven and quickly checked his pulse.
Surprisingly, everything seemed fine thanks to the depleting magic of the eye, but even so, pressing a button on her right arm, Shamisha unlocked a latch of emergency meds.
With a puff of cold mist the latch popped open, revealing multiple syringes with already drawn liquid. Grabbing the one with an enhanced potion, she searched for Raven's nerves on the neck before quickly injecting the liquid. Even so, she wasn't done.
"Internal bleeding from trauma, we need to drain the blood in his skull before it gets infe–" But to her surprise, Raven's eyes fluttered open.
Glancing around as if nothing at all had happened to him, the hero rose up to his feet in just a matter of a few seconds. Stepping a few steps away, Shamisha washed with a curious look wondering if one day she could find a fae specimen's heart to make an automaton with.
"Care to tell me what happened to you? Also you have that automaton of mine to thank for informing me and Mono that you were dying," Shamisha taunted, her hand pointing back to a dog-like automaton barking right back at her.
Still a bit disoriented, Raven couldn't quite form words even though his body was nearly back to a perfectly healthy state. His eyes were also giving him trouble, but since the mana inside it hadn't depleted completely, its power had already slowly begun to rejuvenate.
"So?" Shamisha asked again, leaning to the side with hand on her wide hips.
Looking at the sorceress, Raven wanted to respond but was somewhat taken back by the mechanical augmentations on Shamisha. Last time he'd met her, only a portion of her had been mechanized with seams of electricity visible at a glance.
But now, she had those seams of blue running all over, from down her eyes to the middle of her arms, and even her curvaceous assets that now appeared to be more full than before, had the same sort of energy coursing through them.
"I…I don't know what happened, I was teleporting to Linkle, but somehow…"
"You landed here? Is that right?" Shamisha deduced, easily.
Nodding back to her, Raven covered his eyes for a moment and tried to remember what had happened. And in that moment he saw Linkle standing in front of him, but as he hones his mind on the image, he noticed something sinister creeping behind her like a shade.
"Shit…" He breathed turning to the cave's entrance, knowing full well that even in his disoriented state, he had to go back in and get her the hell out of that place.