Four days had passed in oppressive silence within the Healing Spire. For the Elves outside, it was a period of quiet recovery. For Nihil, it was an endless, cold, personal hell. He sat cross-legged in the center of his room, eyes closed. On his shoulder, the silver wound still pulsed with a cold light, an injury refusing to heal. The `Conceptual Assimilation` method he'd discovered in the Balance Keepers' Archives did work, but the process was agonizingly slow. Each hour of intense meditation only succeeded in "digesting" a tiny fraction of the holy contamination.
[Activating: Internal System Analysis (Rank F)]
[Capacity: (Recovered) 40/50 -> 39/50 (and steadily draining)]
