"You said you need mana?" Solara asked after a moment, prompting a nod from Elion.
She gestured for Althea to come over. The paladin quickly left her post and landed beside them, while Mira stepped aside to make room for her.
Althea placed her hands on Elion's shoulders. The warmth of Solara's healing faded, replaced by a rush of mana that flowed through his body and gathered within his core.
His eyes widened as he watched his mana stat climb to five hundred within ten seconds, then six hundred, seven hundred, eight hundred, nine hundred, before finally stopping as the pair stepped back, both looking somewhat lethargic.
'Wow. It's possible to inject mana into someone's body like that!?'
Meanwhile, Solara and Althea regarded him with wry smiles. Just how much mana could his core hold? The bastard had greedily absorbed their mana, leaving their own cores depleted, and even then they had felt he could take considerably more.
