The young soldier thrashed on the cot, his limbs twitching with fevered distress even as his eyes remained closed.
A low groan escaped his lips, body slick with sweat. Bruce stood nearby, arms folded uneasily.
He watched the boy struggle for a moment longer before glancing toward Kyle, who knelt at the soldier's side.
"Should I go get a doctor, young master? He looks like he's in a lot of pain. I don't think he'll last the night at this rate."
Bruce asked.
Kyle shook his head without looking up.
"No doctor can help him. This isn't a normal affliction. Leave him to me."
Bruce stepped back, uneasy but trusting.
Kyle placed his hand on the boy's chest, feeling the irregular flow of mana beneath the skin.
The divine energy had wrapped itself tightly around the soldier's core, like a parasite trying to claim its host.
With practiced focus, Kyle let his mana thread through the boy's body, guiding the natural flow and forcing it back into alignment.
