Three days passed in oppressive silence within the Healing Spire. For the Elves outside, it was a period of quiet convalescence. For Nihil, it was an unending, cold, private hell. He lay on a bed woven from living wood, his body a conceptual battleground. The `Void Sanctuary` he maintained internally was the only thing keeping him sane. It didn't heal; it merely muffled the ceaseless scream of two absolutes mutually annihilating within his veins, reducing it to a constant, dull throb.
[Activating: Void Sanctuary (Rank F)]
[Capacity: 45/50 -> 44/50 (and draining slowly)]
His regeneration was barely functional. Every time `Void Reconstruction` tried to weave a damaged cell back together, the silver residue of holy energy would burn it away, negating the process itself. He was trapped in a cycle of damage and failed repair, his energy draining uselessly.
