Am I a Healer? You'd Better Think So!-Chapter 19: Use Everything (2)

*Flap! Flap! Flap!*

The white-winged Summoner flapped his wings and retreated, taking flight. Niara didn't move to stop him. The dynamic between those two was clear: the Summoner specialized in running and hiding, probably relying on countless safeguards to ensure his safety.

His Spiritual Guardian, on the other hand, was entirely focused on offense. He wielded daggers, so he wasn't a mage. He could be a fighter or even a rare Mystic, with a high focus on damage.

The black-clad Spiritual Guardian scoffed, his daggers pulsing in sync with his yellowish aura.

Niara stayed alert, trying to catch even the slightest hint of his Blessing. But even if she figured something out, resisting that power was impossible without detailed knowledge of its effects and weaknesses—something one normally couldn't learn so quickly.

Unless he...

'Get ready... Bring out absolutely everything you've got. We have to settle this in a single move.' Darian's voice echoed in her mind.

Hearing that, Niara first felt relief, but almost immediately, a sharp pain filled her mind.

She was relying on him for everything. She thought she could at least be a shield for a while... maybe in the future, she'd find another way to help him... but faced with the first major problem, she already felt completely useless.

She clenched her fists. Then, her mind settled on a single resolution: 'He's counting on me. I can't die now. I still have to atone for what I did.'

Her entire body glowed an intense green, her scales radiating energy as her entire bloodline burned at once.

It was all or nothing—and after this, she'd barely be able to run.

Darian clearly felt what she was going through. If Niara, who could at least fight, felt useless... then what about him, who couldn't even wield a blade and relied only on external power?

He was nothing but a mediocre strategist playing with danger at every moment.

But even though both of them felt inadequate, neither would back down. They were the same in that way, and they held on to that feeling.

Darian focused. The enemy was a true fighter, a killing specialist. He had seen his Blessing in action through his past vision. He had even heard the man boast about its name before slowly exterminating his targets.

He wasn't a fool.

It was just that everyone who had ever seen his Blessing in action... wasn't alive to tell anyone.

The man took a step forward, moving slowly—step by step, like a shadow.

'This idiot has a Blessing called: Divine Twin Blade Blessing,' Darian explained quickly.

'It's pretty simple but just as weird and totally a cheat. He has to land an attack head-on, in the open. If the strike hits, even just barely, his Blessing activates. Then, suddenly, the second strike distorts any understanding of reality, and its power multiplies countless times. It's a sudden, undodgeable attack unless you know about it beforehand.'

'His weakness is that he must land the first hit openly and then be fast enough to deliver the second. That's why he uses daggers—they're light and fast. After executing the double strike, a huge chunk of his energy gets drained.'

Niara understood, and a surge of draconic power exploded from within her. The enemy was now only five meters away.

In short, she had to withstand the first blow. That was why Darian had told her to go all out. Since the opponent relied on speed to land a second attack, the first would be weaker, using the bare minimum power needed.

Even so, she was weak—far too weak. Blocking it would be a miracle. Even if she managed, she'd be out of the fight right after, completely powerless. Then the second strike would come to finish her off.

There was no sense in trying to block it... but Darian trusted she could. So she trusted that he had a plan to win.

Three meters away.

Darian pulled several scrolls from his spatial ring and unfurled them all at once. The glowing inscriptions connected instantly, forming a dense aura of nature around them.

Those scrolls contained the rare inscription he had bought in the city, made from a rare plant. The seller claimed it enhanced the effects of healing pills, but Darian didn't need pills. His white power surpassed any medicine.

Without hesitation, he used everything.

All of his white power was channeled at the exact moment the inscription unleashed its hidden force, directing all the energy straight into Niara's scales and body.

"!"

Suddenly, Niara trembled, her eyes widening.

The contract connection made Darian feel the same—something primal was waking up inside her. The runes of her draconic bloodline twisted like a starving beast, opening invisible jaws to devour the energy poured into her.

All that white and natural power was drained in a single instant.

Niara's heart pounded. An overwhelming feeling took hold of her, filling her completely—it wasn't just power, but a visceral euphoria, a will to live she had never felt before.

Her entire body lit up.

White light burst from her skin, as if her very existence was being rewritten. Her green scales started to lose color, fading until they became a pure, blinding white.

Two meters away.

Darian's eyes widened. His white power was now flowing through her perfectly, like they were a single being.

Then, he looked up and saw—Niara's amber eyes had turned completely white. Every green scale on her body had become an immaculate white.

At the same time, Darian felt as if he was inside her body again, even though he was no longer within her spiritual heart.

A growl escaped Niara's lips—not of pain, but of pure ecstasy.

With a single flap of her wings, the miasma around them was blasted away, repelled like it was facing an opposite force, a light that couldn't be tainted.

One meter away.

Up in the sky, the Summoner was stunned by the changes. On the ground, that Spiritual Guardian didn't hesitate and charged forward.

He had three rings and plenty of emergency escape methods. What could a half-dragon woman, accompanied by a Spiritual Guardian with no rings at all, possibly do?

His Divine Blessing was impossible to block. No one could predict its true effect before it was already over.

*RUMBLE!*

A fist, shining like a white sun, tore through the darkness, surging toward him with overwhelming force.

The man smiled, a sinister glint in his eyes.

In the next instant, his dagger sliced through the air with deadly precision. The power of his three rings activated—only 20%, but enough to make him as fast as lightning.

*BOOOOM!*

The impact shattered the eerie silence of the abyssal nest.

In the distance, everyone in the second and first lines froze for a moment, their gazes turning in the same direction.

Something had changed.

For a second, the world drowned in darkness was illuminated. A white sun had erupted out of nowhere, and the thick, impenetrable miasma writhed violently, as if an invisible storm had torn it apart.

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The explosion wasn't the loudest among the chaotic battles on the front lines, where the war was deafening. But the disturbance in the miasma was impossible to ignore. No Blessing had ever affected that damned fog so much.

But then, the next moment...

Everyone's eyes widened. The initial surprise turned into absolute shock.

The miasma hadn't just been pushed away.

It had completely disappeared.

In an instant, half of the first and second lines were free from the black fog. What had once been an impenetrable curtain of darkness had been erased, like it had never existed.

Silence.

There were pills and methods to deal with the miasma, but they could only move it elsewhere or seal it inside a pill, for example.

But this?

A colossal amount had been completely purified all at once.

For a moment, all the bloody battles stopped.

A minute later...

**ROAR!!!!**

A world-shaking roar echoed, making the entire abyssal nest tremble violently.