"This is gonna hurt," Michael said, his voice tight with urgency. He conjured a lick of dark flames, carefully adjusting the intensity, and lowering the power until it was a controlled burn.
"What's gonna?" Gaya began, her voice laced with confusion. But before she could finish the question, Michael grabbed her foot, his hand, wreathed in dark flames, clamping around her ankle.
"Motherfucker!" Gaya screamed, her body convulsing as the flames burned her skin, searing away the corruption, the disease.
It was agonizing but necessary. He could feel her pain, her agony, and it fueled his anger. He glared into the darkness, his eyes burning with a cold fury. This thing this Mater Lacrimosa had hurt her. And for that, it would pay. Then, he gently poured a healing potion over her foot, the liquid hissing as it came into contact with the burned flesh. The green veins receded, vanishing as the potion worked its magic, restoring her skin, and healing the damage.
