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When her eyes reopen, a shimmering golden mist dances within her pupils, an ethereal glow that hints at the otherworldly nature of their abilities. Drawing upon a wellspring of spiritual energy, the figure channels her healing power towards Rose, a cascade of warmth and light that weaves through her body, banishing the pain and fever that had held her captive. As the healing energy suffuses her weakened form, a sense of calm descends, the girl's features softening as the agony recedes, replaced by a peaceful serenity that settles over her like a comforting embrace.

I'm not complaining, but that doesn't mean its punches don't hurt! I just felt like we walked into a little tent there and he laid me down on something hard. I just felt Cayden's hand close to my stomach and a sudden burst of energy was raging in my belly. I slowly became aware because of that light. I looked down and I can see the glowing hand of Cayden with a golden flare it emits warmth on my belly and slowly, the pain was vanishing. Is this what they call healing? I never thought I could see one. But how come Cayden knows how to heal? Is it because he is the strongest in Pandora? If you are the strong one, you are free to do everything. Is that so?

What if I was just a mere mortal, destined to live a normal, mundane life? But just as despair threatened to consume me, a tingling sensation spread through my hand. It started as a faint warmth, gradually intensifying until it felt as if my entire hand was engulfed in flames. The pain subsided, replaced by a strange, comforting sensation. I watched in awe as the wound slowly closed before my eyes. The jagged edges of the cut smoothed out, the skin knitting itself back together. It was a mesmerizing sight, one that filled me with a sense of wonder and excitement. I had done it. I possessed the same healing ability as my twin brother.

My healing backfires; sealing the wound with her fingers which gives her more grip as she lifts me up and tosses me against the arena walls. Leaving a chunk of my stomach in her hand. I pump as much energy as I can to my stomach, sealing it before I've lost too much blood but by now that shouldn't really be a concern. I've already lost too much blood. I'm getting dizzy. “How are you not dead yet?” She roars, “why do you always heal? What sort of freak are you?” “I'm a beta, you're an Omega, you're not supposed to even heal from that. You're nothing Amelia!”

I stammered, feeling nervous all over again. His voice was soft but full of power, control, and something deeper I couldn’t name. "Please, let me heal you, Ma chérie," he whispered behind me, his voice brushing over my skin like silk. Then… he began whispering in a language I didn’t understand—ancient, dark, magical. His voice was like a song, deep and commanding. A strange heat started spreading across my back. It didn’t burn—it felt warm, comforting, like sunlight wrapping around my pain. I closed my eyes, gasping softly as the warmth deepened. And then... the pain vanished. It was like someone lifted years of suffering off my back, both physical and emotional. Zach stepped back a little,

I murmur encouragements softly, letting my voice guide him as much as the needles and herbs. Finally, I feel it, the moment when the physical healing is done. But his eyes are haunted. The damage is more than skin deep. His soul is fractured from violence, rejection, and fear. I close my eyes and extend my aura, carefully threading it into his essence, filling voids, reinforcing walls, offering comfort. The teens watch, wide-eyed, as the faint shimmer of my energy brushes over him like sunlight through leaves.

healer. I healed others. I have a talent that they wanted control of. The Alpha Council. They kidnapped me. My friends protected me. They died. All of them. I was the only one who escaped." Sama Arthur moved closer, her eyes on the wound. It was a torn cut, clearly the work of some sort of magical attack, but it wasn't closing. "The wound. it won't close. You're a healer, and you can't heal yourself?" "A curse," the man gasped, air tight in his throat. "I'm cursed. A price of my gift. A terrible price. The more I heal, the more life leaves me. The more lives I save, the more I lose." He looked at her, his silver eyes pleading. "And. and I don't smell. They told me I was a null. My own kind,

And this old fool was the last- unless by some miracle he had an illegitimate child out there somewhere. Angered, he decided to give his last remaining powers a go to heal the injury. That would leave him drained and vulnerable again. He hated living in this mosquito-infested place but sacrifices and such. What are a few months to wait again? Varian could feel his wound healing, but he halted the chanting with, “How is healing a broken bone in an old body doing me any good? Leave me to die.” Malakar halted his chanting, and his hands dropped by his side. Fine. If not beat them, then join them, right? Or something along those lines.

"But that doesn’t change the rules here." Before I could respond, the guards moved to remove me forcibly from the premises. I braced myself for confrontation, but just as they laid hands on me, a familiar voice intervened: "Wait!" Hi everyone, I want to sincerely apologize for a mistake in one of the recently uploaded chapters. An AI-generated draft was mistakenly submitted instead of my properly revised version. That was completely unintentional, and I take full responsibility for it. The chapter will be corrected and updated as soon as possible. Thank you for your patience and for always supporting my work. 💛

“The moon was full. It was beautiful…i can't explain it, but it drew me, called to me.” Jaime stared at him. “You were... outside? With that many injuries? How did you…?” He stopped mid-sentence. He had seen it. The boy's serious life threatening injuries were no more. Not a scratch. Like he was not the one that was soaked with his own blood. The boy’s expression remained innocent. “The moon healed me, I think.” Jaime’s lips parted, but no words came out. “What is he?” Is he an awakened? Or “maybe a healer awakened”