In an instant, as the blue light of the ring faded, a fan appeared in Yllara's hand. She hadn't even opened it yet — merely allowed it to exist, as if summoning this weapon marked the end of some illusion. The fan was light, yet its presence stirred the air with such force that a cloud of dust was blown off the arena.
At that same moment, the wound on her body began to reverse.
Literally — as if time had turned back. Skin, muscle, and blood returned to their place, vanishing beneath her robes in the reverse order they had been damaged. Burns disappeared, steaming blood retracted into her body, and the smell of charred flesh dispersed into the air.
Veynessa stared in disbelief. This... was familiar. Similar to what she had seen from Kaen when he healed Calista.
Yllara, as if reading her thoughts, smiled faintly.
