Sheila stepped forward, steady despite the blood seeping from her shoulder. Her face was pale, but her eyes burned with resolve.
In her hand, she held a small, shimmering crystal—deep blue, almost translucent, glowing softly in the mist.
Magnus's eyes widened, "Is that—?"
She nodded, "Mana Convergence Crystal. One-use relic. Restores mana and stamina to peak condition—within a limited radius."
Farad glanced back, his expression unreadable—but a flicker of something passed through his eyes.
Gratitude, maybe, or renewed determination.
"I was saving it for emergencies," Sheila continued, lifting the crystal high: "This qualifies."
She closed her eyes and activated it.
The crystal cracked with a high-pitched chime—and burst into shards of blue light.
The air shimmered.
