Garion looked at Raviel and asked.
"You still have a lot of mana left from that broken core, right?"
Raviel wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded. "Yeah… a lot."
"Good." Garion pointed at him.
"Use it. All of it. Force that mana into your perfected mana-core cell. Stuff it until it starts splitting."
Raviel blinked. "Splitting…?"
Garion grinned.
"Yes. Exactly like normal cells divide. But this time, you're the one controlling it. Make it multiply. Make more perfected cells."
Raviel clenched his fists, taking a slow breath as he closed his eyes.
"Alright… I'll try."
"No," Garion corrected, tapping Raviel's shoulder, "you'll do it."
Raviel exhaled and sank into silence, focusing.
Garion then turned to Aveline.
"Now you."
Aveline straightened, her expression a mix of caution and determination. "Tell me what to do."
Garion lifted a finger.
"First, imagine the blood circulation in your body. How it flows. How it's made. Everything."
