Luna Wicken
I wrapped the warmth and light around that fragile connection, willing it to hold, to strengthen.
“Come back to me,” I whispered between chants, my breath mingling with the air charged by my power. The pulse of energy seemed to harmonise with my plea, a rhythmic dance of life and magic.
Little by little, the weight of Brax's limp form seemed to lighten, his shallow breaths growing deeper. The glow around my hands began to fade, but the warmth remained, flowing between us like an unbreakable bond. The chanting ceased as naturally as it had begun, leaving a profound silence that echoed with possibility.
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