After a few minutes, the pain in her chest was gone, and the two tiny flames kept burning.

“I think I did it.” The Hekate kept her eyes closed and her hands clenched, needing sheer willpower to redirect the little world energy her wings absorbed to the two single feathers. “I can feel the flow now.”

“You’d better stop.” Lith said when the bright violet of her Ethereal Aegis turned to a deeper hue. “The life force in your Origin Flames is becoming diluted, and you lasted long enough.”

“Okay.” Tista gasped in relief, feeling a huge burden lifting from her chest. “Gods, this is hard.”

“Indeed, but you did make great progress for a single lesson.” Lith nodded.

“Thanks, lil bro.” Tista panted, feeling weirdly out of breath. “Thanks to you too, Morok. Your suggestion was spot on. I’m so happy that I could kiss you.”

Those words earned her not one but three glares.