The battleground was quiet, but the war kept going.
Sylva's golden-green light pulsed, holding back the tide of purple-black corruption that poured from the Heart of the Scar. It was a tough standstill. The aura of life couldn't destroy the aura of death, and the aura of death couldn't overwhelm the aura of life. They were two magnets of the same strength, pushing against each other with powerful, invisible force.
"It's not working!" Vanessa exclaimed, her voice tight with worry. "Sylva can hold it back, but it can't win."
Jonah knew she was right. He could feel it through their link. Sylva was a healer. Its purpose was to nurture what was still living. It had no power to destroy something that was pure corruption.
He needed a different approach.
