As Elaria continued to channel the gentle divine power into her mother, Aeliana's breathing finally evened out.
The berserk mana inside her dispersed, and her consciousness slipped away. Her body relaxed, eyes closing as she sank into deep unconsciousness.
Elaria let out a shaky breath.
In her hand, a vial materialized—filled with a shimmering green liquid that pulsed softly with healing energy.
She uncorked it and leaned down, ready to pour it into Aeliana's mouth.
"Wait," Alex said, raising a hand. "She won't be able to swallow it in that unconscious state."
"So?" Elaria asked, frowning.
"So," Alex continued, completely serious, "someone will have to give it to her mouth‑to‑mouth. Lucky for you, I'm here. I'll take the bullet for you. Thank me later again."
Elaria stared at him, mouth hanging open.
For a moment, she couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth.
Her patience snapped.
She slapped him hard across the face.
