The days blurred together in a steady rhythm—morning after morning, Lady Divine arrived punctually, her runes blazing across the room as she pulled out the writhing strands of infernal energy, and Max absorbed them into his body like a black hole swallowing poison.
Each time the energy weakened within Lenavira, her breathing grew calmer, her body more stable, the violent fluctuations in her aura subsiding.
By the end of the third month, the process was complete. The last trace of infernal energy was drawn out, dissolving into Max's palm with a final hiss. The runes dimmed, vanishing like mist into the air.
Lady Divine exhaled softly, her sharp gaze sweeping across Lenavira's body. She ran her hand over the sleeping elf's form, her senses probing every inch of Lenavira's mana veins and soul palace. Her brows furrowed.
