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While doing it, she was chanting a spell to hasten its effect as Vesper continued to vomit blood. ~Nunc propera, quid faciendum sit. Halitus, verberatus; Tempus proprium rhythmus repetet.~ Gertrude repeated the incantation faster and louder, as if she was begging Hecate the goddess of sorcery to accept her chant. Soon she heard Alpha Qillalon’s bones move and his body gradually returned to normal. The thin needles pushed themselves out of his flesh and fell on the floor as Alpha Qillalon could now control his body.

So many were back; they had reproduced during the day in anticipation of their master’s commands. Damonq floated to the expanse of deep, rich soil below them. Gary was already there. Damonq sank down, placing Elina beside him. Instantly the healer shed his body and entered Elina’s. Damonq brushed kisses across her eyelids and then followed the healer. The ancients began a soft chant, the lesser healing chant, and the lullaby for unborn babies. Tumtesz o wäke ku pitasz belső. Feel the strength you hold inside.

The young healers in the room just stood there, frozen, their eyes huge and helpless, waiting for some miracle. "Don't just gape like fools!" I yelled, my voice breaking with urgency. "Do something, damn it!" I wanted to roar, to shake them, to wake up from this hell where everyone was dying and I was the only one pushing back. Then it hit me—an ancient Alchemy incantation. I took a deep breath, bracing myself, and started murmuring the words, soft and rhythmic, like a heartbeat. The chant flowed out, easing Zane's ragged breaths, his pulse steadying under my touch. I kept going, the phrases weaving around us, buzzing with energy.

Otherwise, she had no idea how someone as tall as Nat would ever make his way through. She didn’t have time to contemplate any of that, however. Raising both hands, she took a deep breath and tried to remember the incantation Rider had taught her. She began to recite the first words as a steady stream of blue light flooded the area in front of her. “In nomine domini….” “Ru! Watch out!” Lyric’s voice echoed through the ravine.

“Quick, brothers, I will need your help.” They nodded and stood beside Tricc. His voice resonated with the resonance of ancient incantations, he spoke the words of awakening, his brothers joining in the familiar chant that reverberated through the chamber like a celestial hymn. "By the bond that binds us, by the threads of fate entwined by the Goddess, awaken now, o spirit of the Lion, rise from the depths of slumber and reclaim your rightful place!" Tricc's voice echoed with a primal intensity, his words weaving into spells that shimmered with iridescent light.

"Folgerous incantum, velaris mactum, elysium profundum, adveho umbram. Invictus potentia, animus obscurum, tenebris adficio, veneficus summus. Animaque regia, in tenebris ambulare, umbrae dominus." The chant continued, the words flowing together in a mesmerizing rhythm. The man's hands moved gracefully in the air, tracing intricate patterns that seemed to correspond with the syllables he uttered. The room itself seemed to quiver in response, and Elvie couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease.

"I am prepared to do whatever it takes to gain strength and seize control." The Healer's eyes bore into hers, as if searching her soul for truth. The remaining part of his face was covered in black. "Very well. Embrace the darkness, and the power shall be yours." With those words, the Black Healer began an intricate ritual, chanting ancient incantations that reverberated through the clearing. The air crackled with energy as the dark forces responded to his summons. Audrey felt a surge of power coursing through her veins, empowering her with abilities beyond her wildest dreams.

He met Sarah's reassuring gaze and slowly made his way toward Hezell. "We have less than three minutes," Hezell began, extending his hand outward. Marcus mirrored the gesture and closed his eyes. "3, 2, 1..." Marcus counted in unison with Hezell, their voices melding as they recited the incantation together, "In tenebris et umbrae, obscuritas et sermo, Barrierae magicum, depone te nunc ergo. Virtutem latentem ex astris traho, Oberratores divinae, fenestram aperio. Serpens viam aperiat, luce nova melius, Per hoc verbum mysticum, barriera dissolvi."

A soul that found its way home. “Via zie eisïz, hé’xozad lah lah…” The words came in a soft, ancient, dreadful way, like something pulled from a dream. Sinai’s eyes opened to darkness. The smell of scorched ash. The crackle of fire. The incantation continued. “Please don’t,” her voice was barely audible, helpless tears pooling in her eyes. “Don’t do this.” More words. More fire. The runic circle already complete. She didn’t have much time.

Broken by people who decided he was inconvenient. I closed my eyes and let the healing flow, not forcefully, not invasively. Just enough to stabilize him. To stop the bleeding. To ease the tremor in his muscles. Water first, drawn from the air itself, then warmth, then grounding. I murmured an incantation under my breath, old syllables passed down through my family long before I understood their weight. He gasped softly as the pain receded. “Thank you,” he whispered, voice cracking. I met his eyes. “This is where I stop.” His brow furrowed. “What?”