Aura Nova's feet touched the earth with calm, deliberate ease as she descended, her expression composed yet searching as she wondered whether her attacks had finally reached Kingsley. Yes, she had unleashed countless techniques upon him, devastating, reality-warping assaults that should have annihilated anything that stood in their path. Many of them had landed cleanly. Many had torn through him, mangling flesh and crushing bone. Yet Kingsley's body regenerated those injuries as though they were nothing more than superficial scratches.
She herself had not emerged unscathed. Injuries to her very essence had accumulated beneath the surface, subtle yet dangerous, forcing her to rely on her Omniedit to repair the damage. While effective, it strained her mana reserves continuously, each use draining her closer to depletion.
