As she did, Malakai turned back to the Sovereign and bowed once more before shakily rising to his feet.
Descending the stairs was far easier than ascending. Step by step, the oppressive aura pressing down on him lessened, and with it, the weight on his body.
The moment his foot touched the bottom of the stairs and the pressure vanished completely, Malakai wasted no time.
He began absorbing Vita rapidly, drawing it into his body and manipulating his blood to heal and relieve his injuries.
He knew he wouldn't be at full power before the fight, but at the very least… he had to restore what he could.
The large doors to the hall opened again, and every head turned.
Khana walked back in, followed by Jorge, who looked visibly rattled.
Jorge felt like his entire body had been doused in icy water. His hairs stood on end.
'What is happening?' he thought in dread.
