Vitality

Velian's heart sank as he beheld the sight before him. The once vibrant and robust form of Ellena's brother now resembled nothing more than a withered husk, a mere shadow of his former self.

"So she absorbed all of his vitality? If she had overdone it, he would be dead by now, but lucky for us, she couldn't,"

Ellena's eyes welled up with tears as she whispered, "Is there anything you can do, Velian? Can you save him?"

Determined, Velian stepped forward, his hands touching his body with a mix of curiosity and hope.

"I won't let him slip away, Ellena. I'll do whatever it takes to bring him back." He knelt beside the fragile figure, gently placing his hands on the desiccated flesh. Closing his eyes, Velian reached deep within, drawing upon the wellspring of his mana, the essence of his power.