The Light mages could only watch in awe.
Before them was a display of healing so refined that it put to shame years, decades, of practice they themselves had poured into their craft. This wasn't just skill. This was talent, the kind born only once in a generation, amplified by the unmatched clarity of the God Eyes.
Safa had always been gifted, excelling in nearly every discipline she attempted. Even in Qi training, a path entirely different from Light magic, she outpaced her peers with alarming ease. And that was the thing: even if another person possessed the God Eyes, it was doubtful they could produce results like this, certainly not with such speed and precision. Safa's talent was as much a part of her as her heartbeat.
When Redrick finally rose to his feet, his injuries gone, he met Safa's gaze directly. There was no hesitation in his voice when he spoke.
