Drevin staggered forward as the redirected bullets slammed into his back, but his expression barely flickered.
His breathing didn't break.
His posture didn't crumble.
Iron Pulse kept his mind steady—heart and mana syncing into a calm, cold rhythm.
This is fine, he told himself. It only caught me off guard. Iselde's healing runes can heal me…
But then he noticed it.
The healing beam behind him—
the shimmering rune-light that always mended his wounds instantly—
was moving... much slower.
A cut on his arm sealed very slowly , but not completely.
The bruising on his ribs softened, but did not vanish.
His breath hitched as realization ran through him.
Why is the healing weaker?
He turned sharply toward Jax—
just in time to see the gunslinger's smug smirk.
Jax twirled a pistol around his finger with casual arrogance.
"Dark element," he said. "Same as your arrows—it weakens other basic elements. Except light."
Drevin's eyes widened.
"You… how many elements do you use?"
