"Recognize me," he whispered. "I am one of the Lionheart blood. Hear me. Obey me."
His voice came as if he was pleading for something, as if he wass praying for a miracle to happen.
For a heartbeat, nothing happened.
But Eros did not give up. He remained determined, closing his eyes in silent prayer.
Then the seal yielded.
Like doors opening, the embedded spell finally released, revealing a staff at its center.
The Replica of the Sacred Staff.
Eros staggered forward and reached out.
The moment his fingers wrapped around the shaft, mana surged.
A sudden warmth flowed through his veins.
Not violently. Not greedily.
It flowed like water into cracked earth.
Every pain tormenting him evaporated.
Bruises and aching muscles knit together under the welcoming warmth. His vision cleared, his breath steadied as the weight crushing his chest finally lifted.
Eros gasped and dropped to one knee.
