A small kernel of hope bloomed in his chest. He wanted to smack himself. He might not be able to regenerate to full, but he could store mana in a refillable mana stone. Then he just had to draw it back into himself to fill his mana over his usual max to meet the conditions of his Talent.
He had done so for Melinda, which was the thought he had had.
Their group had bought their healer twenty rechargeable mana stones. They had gotten the expensive ones that allowed the user to inject a sample of their own mana, and the stone would slowly convert any mana added after into mana with that aspect.
They had done it so Melinda wouldn’t run out of mana in a rift. So long as she had mana, she could make them effectively immortal, so keeping her topped off was their priority.
The problem was, ev
