The air shifted. The battlefield moments ago swallowed in screams suddenly felt lighter, almost… safe.
Isen stepped forward, brushing dust off his black-and-silver robe as though he'd wandered into a market square instead of a war zone.
He glanced at Khael first. His smile tilted.
"Im glad you called Khael…."
Khael's throat tightened. His master's presence was overwhelming, but his words felt strangely… human.
Isen crouched down beside Rael, who was pale and coughing blood. He hummed like a healer examining a scraped knee.
"You're a stubborn one. Took a nasty hit there, didn't you?" He pressed two fingers gently against Rael's chest, light flared, and in an instant, wounds that had nearly ended him began to knit.
"There we go. Good as new. Don't push yourself too hard, alright?"
Rael blinked, stunned. "…You… healed me that easily…?"
Kaen stammered, sweat dripping down his face. "Master Isen…."
Isen just winked at him.
