Uriel lowered her hands for a moment, watching him continue attacking despite his growing exhaustion.
Then she resumed channeling her holy power.
Golden light flowed from her palms, surrounding Snow and easing the pain spreading through his body. His damaged muscles gradually recovered, and the energy he had expended began replenishing itself, although Uriel could already feel the strain of maintaining such powerful healing for so long.
She ignored it.
If Snow was willing to push himself this far, then she had no intention of abandoning him halfway.
Their efforts continued throughout the following hours.
Eventually, the first day passed.
Neither had slept.
Snow had barely stopped attacking except for the brief moments required to gather his strength, while Uriel remained beside him, repeatedly healing his injuries and replenishing his dwindling reserves.
The chamber itself remained unchanged.
