Lady Divine's brows were tightly furrowed as she ran her hands over Lenavira's form, weaving one rune after another, each formation dissolving and reforming in a different sequence. The soft golden glow of her runes washed over Lenavira's body, illuminating every vein, every flow of mana, every pulse of her soul.
"She's… fine." Lady Divine muttered under her breath, her voice low but frustrated. "Her soul is intact. Her mana circuits are repaired. Her physical condition is normal. Everything checks out perfectly." She clenched her fist, her runes flickering. "And yet… despite all of this, her bloodline refuses to fully awaken."
Max's jaw tightened as he leaned forward, his voice cold. "Then what's keeping her in this state? She should've already returned to normal the moment my bloodline pushed hers awake."
