260 A Strange White Liquid From Their Skirts

As Desmond settled into his carriage, he made an unconventional choice, opting to sit cross-legged on the floor. Laura, his loyal attendant, was taken aback to discover her young master enveloped in a faint, peculiar crimson aura. The sight puzzled her, and she cast a questioning glance at Annie, who merely shrugged her shoulders in ignorance.

The ethereal red energy continued to flow into Desmond's body, while he simultaneously absorbed the delicate white ambient energy saturating the room. These energies, intangible and wispy like strands of spiderwebs, painted an otherworldly spectacle. With his eyes closed, Desmond felt the currents of energy within him, as if carving a path to welcome fresh vitality.