Kyle gently held Silvy's fragile body in his arms, brow furrowed in deep concentration. She lay still, her breathing shallow, face pale as snow.
But then—her fingers twitched. Barely a flicker, but enough for Kyle's heart to lurch in recognition.
"She's still in there…"
He murmured.
Closing his eyes, Kyle let his mana trickle into her, reaching toward her fading consciousness like a lifeline cast into a raging sea.
Yet, no matter how carefully or strongly he willed it, his mana dispersed into her like water soaking into cracked earth—ineffective and vanishing without a trace.
"She's too far... This isn't enough."
Kyle gritted his teeth. Time was running out. Silvy's soul teetered at the edge of the abyss. His mana needed to reach her core—not just drip into her, but flood her entire being.
His eyes snapped open. He hesitated for only a heartbeat before leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers.
The surge was immediate.
