CH62 Heavenroot Nectar
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Alex and Zora exchanged soft smiles.
It was clear they had so much to say to each other… yet neither knew where to begin.
Thankfully, those quiet, genuine smiles conveyed more than words ever could.
"Cough!"
Merlin cleared his throat, dragging the two out of their little world.
Zora jolted away from Alex, cheeks flushing faintly.
"I'm back, Master," Alex said shamelessly, turning to Merlin.
The old man's long beard twitched, but he simply gave a calm nod.
"It looks like you've undergone some interesting changes," Merlin said, his aged gaze piercing through Alex as though seeing into his very soul.
Alex nodded. "Indeed, Master."
"Wait—Alex, your rank…?!" Zora's eyes widened as she finally noticed it.
The mana pressure around him had dropped significantly.
"Are you injured?" she asked, voice laced with concern.
Only a serious internal injury could cause such a drastic reduction in mana pressure—or so she thought.
