The sacred aura in the room surged, pulsing with such potency that Ren instinctively held her breath. It shimmered like divine mist, swirling and condensing, until it struck Kai's back with force. He gritted his teeth, sweat beading along his brow, muscles tightening as the light pierced the deepest layers of his aura, into his core.
Minute by minute, the magic cleansed the sticky darkness wrapped around his soul core, burning it. The herbs did not burn or flare, but glowed steadily, resolute and silent, like guardians delivering salvation until they vanished, and were consumed.
It took an hour. An hour of stillness, silence, and relentless concentration.
Lady Gillia's skin was pallid by the end, her fingers trembling ever so slightly, but she didn't waver. Pride lit her face, refusing to show the exhaustion that clawed at her bones. When the room's thick magical presence lifted and faded, she exhaled deeply and let her hands fall to her sides.
