The process was delicate, his mana guiding the liquid through her body, carving new channels alongside her natural ones. These new veins glowed softly, connecting into a fine network that pulsed with faint life.
Aurelya, Vaenyra, and Thessalia followed next. Each of them endured it in silence, though their expressions showed the strain. The Duke's concentration didn't waver even for a moment.
When it was done, he slowly exhaled. The faint glow on their skin began to fade as the alchemical energy settled inside them.
"These artificial meridians," Hadric explained, "will act as conversion lines transforming your mana into pseudo-Qi over time."
"This feels weird," Vaenyra said as she looked down at her arm. Faint golden lines glowed beneath her skin, one vein pulsing slowly like it had come alive.
