Kiaria's gaze shifted slowly and settled on the slave girl.
"You," he said.
His voice was neither loud nor cruel. It did not need to be.
The word struck her like a blade.
"Half-blood."
Her entire body trembled. Her knees weakened, and she almost collapsed where she stood.
She did not dare lift her eyes.
Kiaria descended from the air, lowering himself until he hovered only a palm's height above the ground. His shadow fell over her like an eclipse. He extended his forefinger and pointed it toward her forehead.
A monochrome wave surged outward from his fingertip.
It passed through her body in a single breath.
The scars vanished.
Burn marks dissolved into unbroken skin. Old wounds sealed without leaving even a faint line. Bruises faded as though time itself had reversed. The pain she had carried for years disappeared in an instant.
She gasped.
Her breath broke into sobs as her legs gave out completely. She fell forward and pressed her forehead to the stone.
