The training area was filled with the sounds of magic bouncing off walls. Lancet unleashed Skills one after the other, both from Thor and Astensia, straining his Core to be absolutely sure everything was fully healed.
Every single channel held the immense pressure perfectly. There was no leak, no sudden sputtering, and no drop in power. The Grace flowed like a torrent inside him, entirely under his command.
With a satisfied breath, Lancet lowered his hands, the Phantom Ring glowed with just 20 charges left as he stepped down from the raised, circular dais. The brilliant white ring of light cast his shadow across the floor as he walked over to Espel.
"Yep, I'm definitely completely healed now," Lancet said, a wide grin splitting his face. He extended his fist and gave her a playful, soft punch on the shoulder.
