"Through willow's gift and nature's grace,
Let healing waters find their place.
Cleanse the flesh where poison dwells,
And break this fever's burning spells."
Ashlynn's words echoed in the stone room like they came from all around her instead of falling from her lips, and when she spoke, a silvery-green aura gathered around her and Tonnis. To Rosie, who had only seen demonstrations of the blessings of the Holy Lord of Light on a few, rare occasions, it looked like something divine had descended to the world and wrapped her son in a sacred light.
"Her Dominion," Rosie whispered as she stared in awe. It seemed like every minute since she woke in this place, she was confronted by something that upended everything she thought she knew about the world, but nothing could have prepared her for what she was seeing now.
