"Arrghh!"
The women outside the room flinched, hearing Dorian's painful scream rip through the closed door.
A brilliant, pulsating golden light illuminated the room from within, bleeding through the door and window frames to light up the dark passageway where they stood.
Inside the room, Dorian was on one knee on the ground, his entire body trembling as he held onto Seraphina's hand with both of his.
For a good amount of time, he had been pouring his mana into Seraphina's body, counteracting the dark 'Dead Mana' inside her to the best of his ability.
Just as he had expected, the corrupting energy was fighting back with a malevolent will of its own, trying to overpower his efforts and stop him from advancing any further.
In order to push through, Dorian had to increase his mana output to a level that felt like pure self-destruction, which often led to him tearing his own spiritual flesh and muscles.
This resulted in the loud, agonized screams leaving his mouth.
