My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 326

Her heart, which had been thundering uncontrollably, began to slow, and the throbbing in her brain eased as the icy energy coursed through her veins, pushing back the overwhelming heat. She could feel the cold qi from the earrings counterbalancing the raging mana and spiritual energy within her, forcing them into an uneasy harmony.

Her breath, ragged and shallow, became steadier, and for the first time since the ordeal began, Kisha could feel a glimmer of control returning. The overwhelming pressure that had gripped her heart and mind started to lift, and though she wasn’t fully out of danger, there was a flicker of hope. The cold energy was her anchor, pulling her back from the brink.

This time, Kisha finally had the chance to catch her breath. The chaotic storm within her body had subsided enough to give her a moment of reprieve, though she remained physically drained from the earlier clash of energy. Her limbs were still heavy with fatigue, and every movement felt like a struggle, but the unbearable pain that had gripped her was beginning to fade.

Duke, who had been watching her intently, immediately noticed the shift in her expression. The tightness around her eyes and mouth softened, and her body, once tensed in agony, began to relax, though not completely. He let out a deep sigh of relief, the tension in his own shoulders easing as he saw her recover, at least in part.

But despite this visible improvement, Duke stayed close by her side, refusing to let his guard down. His eyes never left Kisha, still wary of any sudden changes, as he kept vigil, ready to step in should she need him again.

Kisha’s eyes remained closed as she fought to steady her breathing. Slowly, she cracked them open, her vision still slightly hazy but her determination unshaken. With a shaky hand, she reached into her inventory and retrieved a vial of blue liquid. Without wasting a second, she uncorked the vial and gulped it down in haste, the cool liquid rushing down her throat like a lifeline.

The effect was almost immediate. As the elixir coursed through her system, the open wounds littering her body began to seal themselves shut, the torn flesh knitting together with supernatural speed. Her skin, once streaked with blood, cleared up, but the veins that had bulged ominously moments before remained visible—though far less threatening than before.

They no longer throbbed as if on the verge of bursting, but instead pulsed faintly, a reminder of the imbalance that had nearly consumed her.

Although the worst had passed, Kisha still felt the strain. Her body was still weak, and the lingering tension from the mana and spiritual energy conflict weighed heavily on her. She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow and sat still, letting the healing potion do its work while she tried to regain her strength.

Kisha carefully placed her trembling hands on the ground, steadying herself as she sat with her legs crossed. Her fingers dug into the cold surface beneath her, grounding her amidst the chaotic storm still raging inside her body. Though the immediate danger had passed, the clash between the two energies—her spiritual energy and the newly introduced mana—had not ceased entirely.

They no longer battled with the same violent intensity as before, but the struggle for dominance persisted, each force refusing to yield to the other.

Kisha closed her eyes again, her breathing deep and controlled as she centered her mind. She knew that brute force alone would not solve this. Instead, she needed to focus, to feel both energies clearly, understand their nature, and somehow find a way to harmonize them within herself.

It was as if her spiritual energy, long accustomed to flowing freely through her system, was rejecting the intrusion of mana, a foreign force it wasn’t prepared to coexist with.