Slowly, Elenora leaned in, her face just inches from his.
Then, without a moment's hesitation, she summoned a gentle pulse of Mana into her right hand.
She pressed her right palm—now glowing faintly with residual Mana—against Reon's back.
With practiced control, she began to channel her power in reverse, drawing the Mana she had previously injected back into herself.
Slowly, steadily, the chaotic energy within Reon's body began to recede.
Within moments, the storm inside him calmed. His veins ceased their violent spasms, his breathing steadied, and the strain in his muscles faded away.
But the damage had been done—Reon had lost consciousness.
Guilt flickered in Elenora's eyes as she gently lifted him and laid him on the bed, brushing a stray lock of hair from his pale face.
"I'm… truly sorry," she whispered, her voice soft and filled with remorse. "I never should've pushed this far."
