Novel & Cerita Obsidian Blade Surgery

Leaning in, her hands moved instinctively as though possessing a mind of their own. The blade cut through the skin and subcutaneous tissue, blood oozed from the incision, tainting the metal with a deep crimson color. “Suction.” A gloved hand moved, placing the tip of the instrument into the concerned area. The low, wet sound of suction filled the air. After successfully performing Craniotomy, the problem revealed itself fully. Olivia could see the damage was worse than she expected. “Damn it.”

Nayomi offered, moving to the other side of the bed so she would be able to observe my every move. "How do you know so much about magical blades?" Alpha Tristan asked, a genuine spark of hope finally igniting in his bloodshot eyes. "A personal secret, and one I intend to keep. Now hold still," I murmured, my voice becoming steady and professional despite the chaos in the room. This wasn't just a surgical procedure; it was a high-stakes battle against time, magic, and decay.

After finally calming down, she reached out to the nurse who was preparing the equipment and said, "Knife A thin and sharp Scalpel was handed to her. Snow Cecy gently stroked down Vicdor Blake's stomach Blake family's parents were anxiously waiting outside the operating room. " that girl wouldn't do anything during the surgery, would she? "Mrs.Blake's mother frowned and asked his father next to her," She definitely wants to make this surgery an accident, so she can take revenge with integrity "Don't say so! "Mr.Blake was disturbed by her voice, feeling very noisy.

“Good evening, I know I shouldn't interfere in your conversation but, Crystal, Mr. Dawson, you have to tell him now. The time is running.” I could see out of the corner of my eyes the astonishment plastered on Blade's face. “What is it that I need to know?” I seem to have chewed my tongue because I am having a difficulty to utter a word. “Blade…” I gently called him as my heart began to race. “Blade, you have to undergo neurosurgery.” “What the fuck!?” I shut my eyes due to the excessive loudness of Blade's voice that reverberated throughout the room.

Leo informed Crystal. Crystal nodded before sitting in front of the bed. First, she made an incision over the knee of the patient's bone to be remodeled. "Guidewires." She extended her hand in front of the nurse. She planned out the correct size of the wedge using guide wires. With an oscillating saw, she cut along the guide wires, and then remove the wedge of bone. She brought together the bones in order to fill the space created by removing the wedge. Then she inserted a plate and screws to hold the bones in place.

[Obsidian Veins] The smell of scorched flesh and ozone was so thick I could taste it on the back of my tongue. I looked down at the surgical tray, where a jagged, bloody mess of bone and muscle had been replaced by a gleaming, predatory limb of dark obsidian and silver-tech. Dante hadn't just survived the surgery; he had sacrificed the last of his human warmth to become something I could no longer recognize.

My instincts told me that it was something that I had been dreaming of my whole life so I took it without even asking her what it was. I hurriedly unwrapped it, and a pitch-black, glass-like sheath greeted me, with a dark, volcanic stone carved for a firm grip. My eyes came off while my jaw almost dropped to the floor. “Is… is this a sword?” I stuttered incredulously, eyes nailed to the object that was coldly laying on my palm. “Yes. It's called Obsidian Blade.” My eyes snapped back at her, “I thought silver weapons are not allowed in the house because it will burn our skin.”

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”

‘’If she doesn’t… If she doesn’t wake up…’’ Just as the words left his lips, both lights above the surgical suites flickered. At the exact same moment, the warming crimson vanished, replaced by green. The doors swung simultaneously. The lead surgeon for Aurora stepped out first, a female, followed closely by a male, the head trauma specialist for Sasha. They Both looked exhausted, their brows damp with sweat, and their eyes held a pity that made me think something had gone wrong. ‘’Prince Leon,’’ the female surgeon said. ’’Miss Aurora is out of surgery and it was successful. We were able to remove the obsidian shards stuck in her foot. She will be moved soon to the vip wing.''

Belief. I had given all three. The scars lived on my skin. My mind held the names of those who died in divine silence. My faith had fractured under what I had seen—but I stayed. And tonight, I would give more. I stepped onto the dais and lifted the ceremonial dagger—the Black Blade. Not forged metal, but obsidian fused with the bones of priestesses who had died mid-prophecy, minds split by divine madness. It could cut through flesh… and fate. I drew it across my palm again, deeper than before. My blood struck the altar and hissed.