A blinding light descended upon them.
It wasn't just any light—but green in color—embracing every single one of them.
The warmth rolled over their skin like soft waves of heat, tingling beneath flesh and bone. Some gasped, others whimpered—confused as the ache of past wounds returned for a moment.
Pain—not from being hurt—but from their previous injuries: broken bones, cuts, and bruises. All of it was mended by the grace of the green blinding light. In just a few seconds, every single one of them felt rejuvenated and whole.
No more wounds on their bodies.
No more hurting.
No more pain.
Nothing.
As if they were reborn.
Every single one of them went to their knees, one by one—starting from those who had lived with pain all their lives. Wounds that were never meant to heal.
Even those with only a few scratches and bruises bowed.
Because the green light wasn't just healing—it was their God's own grace descending upon them.
