"Can you make new sprouts?" Darian asked, already working out a plan.
Athven shook their head. "Unfortunately, I had to use up all the energy I'd stored just to heal. It only worked because of that tiny bit of immortal energy you gave me... I really don't know how to thank you for giving me something that valuable."
"Hm? Was that really that good?" Darian asked, watching Athven sigh and nod.
"It made my core generate the purest wood element possible. Normally, I can only produce something like that in tiny amounts over decades... if only we had more of that, I... ah!"
Athven stopped mid-sentence and nearly yelled when the little dragon waved. Their whole body jolted, white power pulsing out.
Ever since Darian upgraded his rings and his white power became more efficient, he barely needed any to heal — it'd been ages since he even came close to running out.
"Take more..." Darian sent the thought without hesitation.
