The mana flowed from Lucavion's core, a steady, gentle stream that wrapped around the dying beast like a comforting embrace. He could feel the warmth of the energy as it left his body, mingling with the creature's own fading life force, and for a moment, he wondered if it would be enough to make a difference.
[What… are you doing?] the beast's voice echoed weakly in his mind, its tone laced with confusion and disbelief. The creature's eyes widened slightly, its gaze fixed on Lucavion as it tried to comprehend what was happening.
"What else?" Lucavion replied softly, his voice calm but resolute. "I'm going to supply you with mana to heal you."
There was a brief silence, and then the beast's voice came again, this time tinged with a sad resignation.
[It's meaningless…] the beast murmured. [I am bound to Gerald… contracted to his soul… There's nothing you can do to change that…]
