Max stepped closer, his presence solid yet gentle as a mountain breeze. "Can I help you?" he asked, voice calm but edged with a note of firmness. Deep inside, he already knew his light energy was uniquely suited for purification and healing—a natural counter to dark toxins embedded in the body.
Gayle opened his eyes, the whites streaked with crimson veins. He struggled to keep his breath steady, his chest heaving faintly. "I can still hold on for a while," he managed in a hoarse voice. "Can you help my sister get rid of the poison first?"
Max inclined his head with a nod. "OK."
Without hesitation, he moved behind Rose, who sat with her body trembling slightly. Her delicate features were twisted in pain, fine sweat beading on her forehead. Max placed his right palm gently on her back, his hand warm and solid.
Closing his eyes, he summoned forth the gentle glow of his light energy, a radiant golden luminance that pooled around his fingers like liquid sunlight.
