Before Malthor could finish speaking, Cyran had already stopped arguing with him.

Cyran's figure blurred, then appeared beside Dustin. His withered hand lightly pressed against Dustin's back.

A stream of pure, vibrant spiritual energy flowed into Dustin, steady and unbroken, filling the hollows of his nearly exhausted body.

Though it shared the same lineage as his mystical pure energy, Cyran's spiritual energy was much purer and refined. It not only repaired his injuries at remarkable speed but also nourished the very essence he had burned through.

"Focus your mind, young friend. I'll help you with your recovery," Cyran said quietly.

Warmth spread through Dustin's entire body. The internal injuries from withstanding Malthor's dual-element attack and the strain on his spirit were healing at an incredible pace.

The exhaustion from consecutive battles vanished, and his depleted energy reserves rapidly refilled. In mere moments, he had recovered over 70% of his strength. He was sh