Croix's expression was conflicted, but in the end, he could only laugh helplessly.
This was the first time a teammate had asked him to use magic without holding back.
It felt strange.
He had spent his whole life consumed by feelings of inferiority, and this was the first time he had truly felt that everyone had their own talents to offer.
By the time the treatment ended, the woman's clothes were soaked through.
Her face was drenched in tears, and tear-streaked sweat kept sliding down her cheeks.
Her eyes had gone blank, but somewhere within them, a tiny spark still flickered.
It was a signal from deep within her soul: she wanted to live.
"So, how about it? Want to keep going? Next up is wind magic. I'll let you experience what it feels like to have the flesh all over your body sliced apart. Of course, the pain will be twenty times worse."
Dekan asked with a smile.
Croix's attack magic caused no actual injuries or physical damage. It all turned into an equivalent amount of healing.
That was why Croix's healing output was so absurdly high.
Without considering any other utility, he could heal several times as much as a priest of the same rank.
But being healed by Croix was excruciating.
For example, his fire magic wouldn't leave anyone with burns, but his teammates would still feel the full agony of being scorched by flames.
His wind magic wouldn't cut anyone apart, either, but it would let them feel every moment of being sliced while they were still alive.
This had always been considered one of Croix's drawbacks.
But in Dekan's eyes, it was Croix's greatest talent!
He had even helped Croix amplify the pain twentyfold.
"Ugh!"
The woman shook her head frantically.
She didn't want to