"How many Leiden do you have left?"
"Heh, not much."
One of the red-cloaked members of the scouting group stabbed one of their comrades with an energy sword straight to the chest.
"Urgh…" The intoxicating pain, the difficulty in breathing, and the vile feeling of letting your bleed leak into your own digestive tract. "Yeah, I have recovered enough, thank you."
"Just a fellow Storyteller trying to help~"
Leiden, an aberrant form of Qlipha Energy that revolves around the hardship of oneself. By receiving the pain given by your own trusted comrade without any warning to brace for the brunt, the lingering spiritual reaction connected to the mind and body can be converted into this Leiden.
"How is the progress of the current Fairytale so far, Fadhen?"
"It's still going, heh. It won't be as grand as anything that our leader created, but at least it will be strong enough to be used to face the Ohrmancers at Yesod Floor."
