Nothing.
Nothing happened at all.
Damian knew it couldn't be this simple. Not a single purple line on Kazak's body receded, not even a little. He tried everything he could think of, targeting his mind, specific purple lines, even using a lot of continuous healing, Yet there was no visible improvement. Kazak didn't even open his eyes, lying as if in a hibernating state. Damian couldn't push further; any more strain, and Kazak's body would perish from malnutrition.
