Ren had begun treatment with the help of several healers who applied healing exactly where and how he asked them to, though they were all somewhat confused by the peculiar situation of being guided by an eleven-year-old child.
His movements were precise and confident, directing his seventh processed tentacle toward specific points in Zhao's mana system while carefully monitoring his body's reactions to each intervention.
The tentacle writhed slightly in his grip, a secondary problem from the absorption and preparation process he had to skillfully adjust in real time. Where it touched Zhao's skin, faint wisps of energy began to dissipate, the crystallized mana responding to the absorption properties exactly as predicted.
Everything was going surprisingly well.
