Cold sweat beads slid along Xion's temples as he forcefully increased the extraction speed.
He did not glance at Darius' face. He did not have the courage to look at those pretty jewel-like eyes which were shining with watery sheen. It was all due to him.
I am making him suffer so much...
It was an important procedure, and yet Xion felt guilty. This was why it was taboo to do surgery on your own loved one.
While keeping his gaze on the cut, his hands moved even more swiftly, alternating between sending his own mana into Darius' blazing pulses and adjusting the rate of extraction to a higher level.
Xion's mana, just like him, possessed a healing ability in it. That was why it never reacted violently when merged with Darius'. Rather it tried to save it.
Even though, the white stream of energy was turning into the murky green at an alarming rate. It was much better this way.
If they extracted Darius' mana without any support that would directly kill him.
