Fortunately, Kain had already accounted for this.
With a subtle mental nudge, he tapped into the hidden contract still coiled beneath his sleeve.
Chewy, barely larger than the tip of a pen, stirred.
The small spore extended its senses through Kain's jacket and tasted the ambient spiritual energy released from the skills all around. Almost as if that brief taste had broken a dam, it began to drink in earnest.
The remaining blood mist. The errant energy from the attacks between Aegis and the Bloodvine Basilisk. The energetic feedback loops from Dmitri's contracts.
All of it was siphoned in, filtered through Chewy's odd biology, and repurposed.
Kain's breathing evened. His limbs stopped trembling as he nimbly dodged the incoming attack.
And his clarity returned.
Chewy didn't simply restore his stamina—it removed the foreign energetic residues trying to erode it in the first place. Kain's spiritual circulation sharpened with every breath.
