After Feylora's life energy poured into him, the first thing Ethan noticed was his breathing.
The heaviness clinging to his chest drained away fast. The wound across his back—torn open by Maelor's sword pressure—stopped worsening. Pale green light seeped into his flesh, merging with the power already flowing inside him. The emptiness from nonstop fighting was filled bit by bit, until even his fingertips steadied again.
Ethan raised his hand.
White lightning leapt from his palm—no longer pure. Tiny blue and green sparks were mixed into it now. The three forces didn't fully fuse, but they flowed along the same track. Under his control, they tightened into a sphere.
He didn't waste the recovery.
Ethan sent the energy sphere into the space between himself and Feylora. The moment it left his hand, it unfolded. White electricity stretched outward, weaving into a curved barrier that covered both of them—and Ataneya nearby—inside the arc.
