From the outside, the observer could discern a remarkable shift in the natural energy that had been gradually merging with Desmond's body. Rather than a steady influx, the energies surged forth simultaneously, engulfing him like a ravenous whirlwind. They swept through his form, targeting the bones first, then the muscles, each entry causing a distinct sensation.
The influx of energy was far from gentle. As Desmond endeavored to channel and absorb it into his bones, an excruciating grinding sensation coursed through him. Beads of sweat erupted from every pore, cascading down his entire body, his countenance etched with the strain he endured.
Laura, witnessing her young master's suffering, felt her heart twist in anguish. Clutching the cloth tightly in her hand, she stood ready to assist at a moment's notice, her eyes scanning for any sign of trouble. She longed to alleviate his pain, offering solace and support.