There was no second chance. No more regression.
There was still so much she needed to do—so much to achieve.
Her hands clenched into fists. She forced her focus outward, searching—reaching for anything she could use. Normally, mana in the atmosphere was scarce unless gathered from a source like White Gemstone veins. But right now?
The air was saturated with it.
Inferno's flames. Storm's lightning. The countless spells clashing across the battlefield. The aftershocks of each explosion. Residual mana filled the very air around her.
She took it.
Her body burned as she forcefully absorbed the surrounding energy, threading it into her veins like a frenzied weaver. It wasn't pure—it was chaotic, unstable—but she didn't care. She needed it.
A spell formed in her mind.
"Ardent Revival!"
