There was no second chance.
No more regression.
There was still so much she needed to do.
So much she had not achieved yet.
Her hands clenched into fists.
She forced her focus outward and searched for anything she could use.
Normally, mana in the atmosphere was scarce unless it was gathered from a source like White Gemstone veins.
But right now, it was different.
The air was saturated with mana.
Inferno's flames, Storm's lightning, the countless spells clashing across the battlefield, and the aftershocks of every explosion all left traces behind.
Residual mana filled the air around her.
She pulled it in.
Her body burned as she forcefully absorbed the surrounding energy, threading it into her veins like a frantic weaver.
The mana was not pure.
It was chaotic and unstable.
She did not care.
She needed power now.
A spell formed in her mind.
"Ardent Revival!"
A pulse of golden light spread across her body.
It closed wounds and knit torn muscle.
