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I muttered again, placing my hand the the man’s chest, his heartbeat was slow and if not healed immediately might die. I can’t afford someone dying before me when I can heal him. I took a deep breath, I could a surge of energy course through me then, whispers of chants in my head. I repeated it slowly—"Virel na'sorei, lunara et felm. Mendora el'syn, haleva tem." Translation:"Light of the moon, calm the soul. Heal the wound, restore the whole." I snapped my eyes open and Suddenly the pool started vibrating violently and water sprang up from the middle of the pool reaching the roof of the chamber and fell back. I watched in awe.

Once the decanter was emptied, he placed his glowing hands over the place where the branding had been and began to mumble an incantation. “Sos an bannai go bhi brionnaithe in vain, Bain an eileamh go bhi eigean ar seo anam, Saor lei o an shealbhu de eile, Tabhair ar ais lei chroi, lei saol, lei soul, Agus leigheas an briste chroi.” When Bellamy removed his hands, the wound had sealed and healed, leaving behind a faint silvery patch where the branding was.

“And the necessary visualization?” “Yeah, I think so,” Leesa replied. “Me, too,” Ralin agreed. “Okay. The incantation is pronounced like this: ‘Evictus memorum personius ablottum.’” He said the words very slowly. “Now let’s hear it.” “Evictus memorum personius ablottum,” Leesa and Ralin repeated in unison. “One more time,” Dominic instructed. “Evictus memorum personius ablottum,” they repeated again.

Fuck, I was going to die without seeing Eli and thanking him for tending me to despite me being a jerk. I felt firm hands on my shoulders and in a matter of seconds, I could feel myself being pushed through the hallways. I heard the noise around me even though they sometimes merged together into one thin annoying screech in my ears. I saw the bulbs on the ceiling flicker. The way they moved I could tell it was eyes doing the flickering and not the bulbs. I fought to keep my eyes open but the more I tried the more I got swallowed my darkness. “Adam.” I heard a familiar voice call out in panic. “What happened to him?”

I hoped that it would have the same effect on Jerome. I hurried back to where I had laid him. I took a deep breath and began reciting the incantation. The words flowed from my lips, carrying with them a desperate plea for healing and restoration. The room seemed to grow still, as if the very air held its breath, waiting for the magic to take hold.

Her voice dropped low, strong and steady. “Repeat after me,” she said slowly. “By the moon’s grace and shadows’ hold…” My heart beat like thunder in my chest. “By the moon’s grace and shadows’ hold…” The wind jumped, leaves rustled. “Open what was closed, return what’s been stolen…” My voice shook: “Open what was closed, return what’s been stolen…” The stones around us began to glow faintly. “Veil, unravel; tear your silent fold…” I repeated: “Veil, unravel; tear your silent fold…”

she looks so intimidating. "Astra... Astra... hear my pleas, Heal this body, Soothe this soul, Set them free... Pax..Pax.. Pacis, Bring peace to this soul,,Calm the mind, Heal the heart's Role". Ayanna chanted as an invisible cup appeared in her hand and she began mixing the concoctions with her Eyes closed.. "vitalis... Vitalis... flow through me, Channeling life, energy and serenity.... Corpus, Mens, Spiritus, unite, heal the body, Mind and spirits, Make whole tonight".

Hazzan desperately begged. Master X remained neutral. "There should be an antidote" Hazzan said. "There is" Master X smiled. Rook looked up. "His early morning urine, make him drink" Master X said. "What!" *

She took a deep breath, a mixture of apprehension and determination coursing through her veins as she began the incantation: "Sog mi hill ooooh byie Muc myfht so hus heh Nhioebhoooo hhemeu tohyl" With each uttered word, a shiver danced down her spine, a potent blend of anger and fear welling up within her. Her voice wavered as she beckoned the spirit of sickness and disease with her carefully chosen phrases. And then, as if on cue, a brilliant flash of lightning sliced through the air, punctuating her incantation. It was as if the very room responded to her invocation.

“The poison will hit your heart.” “I know,” he growls, but he lets me hold the blade. I close my eyes and try to remember the healing chants I studied years ago, old words that never made sense to me. But suddenly, they’re just… there. Rising up like instinct. I chant, voice trembling: “Sìol an fhuil, glan an nimh… Neart na talmhainn…” My hands heat up, first warm, then blistering hot. The poison starts pulling back, retreating from the blade.