Different, yet Stronger?

"So, that's the story," Leon said, a thin, proud smile on his lips.

In his embrace, Liliana froze as she absorbed the entirety of the story.

It turned out that Leon's success was due to accidentally mixing his blood into the alchemy furnace, which was beyond her expectations.

"So, does that mean your blood is the missing ingredient to concoct the antidote for the devouring poison?" Liliana asked, her voice tinged with hesitation.

"Yes, it's my blood, or rather, it's my blood essence," Leon confirmed with a slight nod, then continued, "fundamentally, the devouring poison currently within my body has severed my connection with the Holy Sword of Zenith and rendered me unable to wield my holy power."

"However, it's crucial to note that holy power doesn't solely reside within my magic circuits, which are currently suppressed by the poison, but also exists within my blood, though in a small amount."