Nox finally slipped into a deep slumber, the comforting presence of Tilda being the only anesthetic capable of soothing his tormented mind.
Tilda focused intently on the healing. Her powers, intrinsically linked to nature and life, manifested as a warm, verdant energy that coiled around Nox's physical injuries. The bruises, cuts, and muscle tears left by the Chimeric Cleaver and the Exsanguinator's explosion were rapidly beginning to seal themselves shut.
However, she knitted her brows. The physical recovery was quick and effective, but something far more subtle was actively resisting her touch.
"A Curse?" Tilda whispered to herself, her eyes fixed on Nox's chest, her tone laced with professional curiosity.
"No. Corrupted mana!"
