"I cured you," said Ethan, his deep voice carrying an absolute, flat matter-of-factness that instantly anchored her fluttering consciousness. "Your internal architecture is now completely and flawlessly healthy. Every single calcified block, ruined pathway, and lingering trace of martial poison within your body has been thoroughly incinerated and rewritten."
Heidy stared up at him, a sudden, heavy tear slipping silently down her pale, scarred cheek. The overwhelming realization of her restoration hit her like a physical blow. For twenty long years, she had been a discarded relic, a broken sword mocked by the capital and forced to watch lesser talents surpass her. Now, feeling the pristine, unhindered roar of her Peak Golden Core energy racing through her newly forged meridians, the sheer weight of her gratitude completely crushed her remaining defenses.
Without a single word, the legendary, terrifying sword master slowly sank to her knees right there on the stone floor.
