The crystal Klea shattered was no ordinary item—it was a condensed vessel of her own spirit energy, carefully stored in advance using her unique ability [Recharge]. Unlike potions or foreign energy sources, this reservoir was intimately hers, refined from her own essence. As it surged into her core, her depleted spirit pool bloomed back to life in an instant, brimming with renewed strength.
A glint of silver flickered in Morpheus' eyes as he watched her stand tall again. Amusement laced his voice. "Your surprise assault failed. And now you think you can win a battle of attrition?" He gave a low chuckle.
Klea only smiled, the corner of her mouth lifting in defiance. She said nothing. Her answer came in motion.
