Kyrexiel made a decision. He won't let the guardian die, not yet. He didn't know what he was doing but he grabbed hold of the two threads and held them together and then he poured his own mana into it.
It fought him. The two threads didn't belong they rebelled to ne held together big Kyrexiel won't let them go as he continued to pour his mana into it.
The threads grew hot in his hands, it turned red and explosive power rolled between them. Trying rip the threads apart. Kyrexiel thought he had lost the battle before it really even started but then it was over and everywhere became calm.
He was now holding a single thread, thick and throbbing with purple light. Kyrexiel was breathing hard. But he looked over to where the guardian was rotting away and he spoke a single word. "Live."
Power flowed from him to the guardian in waves, living him light headed. His eyes rolled and everything became a blur of darkness and he vanished.
