The primordial mana of Alhara's Heart's Sanctum was a balm, a soothing current that flowed through Sylus's battered form. As he lay against the emerald-green Mana Crystal, its gentle hum resonated with his Catalyst Star, accelerating his Eternal Healing.
The gaping wound in his chest, once a burning chasm, was now a dull ache, slowly knitting itself closed. Beside him, Zani's breathing deepened, the crystalline gash on her arm fading into a faint, almost invisible scar.
The pure mana of this untouched realm was a miracle worker, restoring them with surprising speed.
Zani stirred first, her purple eyes fluttering open. She looked at her arm, then at Sylus, a profound awe settling on her features. "My lord... the mana here... it's incredible. I feel... stronger. Not just healed, but... more."
