Leon's arms trembled as he wrestled with the wild current inside Elizabeth. The energy clawed and tore at his grasp, desperate to burst free, but he held firm. His Primordial Dragon Art roared within him, scales of willpower pressing down on the chaos until it bent, unwillingly, to his command.
He forced the writhing stream into Elizabeth's abdomen, compressing it tighter and tighter until it glowed like a molten sphere no larger than a ping-pong ball. Elizabeth's body arched violently, a sharp gasp ripping from her lips, before she collapsed back onto the bed, sweat beading along her temples. Leon didn't falter. There was no time to rest.
