Mavis, shaking off all depressing thoughts, returned to her personal estate.
As she arrived, she moved through the silent halls with purpose, stepping into her private sanctum—a place few dared enter. She began unpacking a variety of ancient scrolls, relics, and sealed cases she had brought back from her personal treasury.
"Hm… the boy is fully healed, but he's still weak," she muttered, laying out a dusty tome on her arcane worktable. "I'll need to fix that."
She reached for a crystalline bottle pulsing with deep red light—essence distilled from a body-strengthening demidivine beast. "This could work. If his body can handle the shock..."
Then she retrieved another sealed box, this one humming with refined mana threads. "Hmm… I can also add these. Mana-dense marrow stones. Should help refine his veins and increase core conductivity. Though…"
Her smile curved, eerie and pleased. "They'll hurt like hell. But if he can't handle this much, he's not worth grooming anyway."
