'Heal.'
Bruce directed the last wisps of his mana toward his pores, multitasking on a microscopic level. He healed them, not in the ordinary sense, but reconstructing them to their peak condition, the most efficient state for absorbing mana possible.
The result was immediate.
Whoosh!!
A whirlpool of mana roared into existence above him, spinning violently, dragging the ambient energy like a starving vortex. His hair lifted in the torrent, his body glowing faintly as the flood of essence poured into him.
Vaelith's voice reverberated in disbelief.
[Impressive… to think you would improvise something like this mid-formation. Your instincts, no, your logic, it is flawless.]
Ash tilted its little head upward, chirping softly, mesmerized by the whirlpool of light funneling into Bruce.
Bruce's mana pool filled to bursting in seconds. Without pause, he funneled it straight into his core, tightening his focus. The second ring solidified. Then the third.
