For hours, the silent, unbelievable miracle continued.
Sylva stood at the center of its growing oasis, a calm beacon of life. The golden-green light of its aura pulsed gently, pushing back the grey mist and turning the dead earth into rich soil. The oasis of life expanded steadily, a slow tide of vibrant green washing over the despair of the Withered Scar.
The team watched, stunned. The Temple Knights, once hostile, now showed deep respect, their hands off their swords. The Academy soldiers, usually cold and cynical, stared with disbelieving eyes.
"I've never seen anything like it," a tough Academy sergeant whispered to his comrade. "Not in thirty years of fighting beasts."
Vanessa had long since given up trying to analyze it. She was just watching, a genuine smile on her face. "He's really doing it," she whispered to Seraph. "He's actually healing it."
