As the wind whips my cheek, the dirt, branches, and dead leaves fly toward the center of the congregation
The tied-up slaves within the treeline shudder and bury their heads into the tree trunk as the voices of the singing druids invade their minds, driving them to perceive all the noise around them as louder than what it is.
Mana vision reveals the swirling mass of white rapidly being devoured by the injured within the druid's circles.
Right before my eyes, a laceration that had already been tightly sewn shut, with blood clotting and drying, begins to crust over.
When the dry blood falls off, it reveals scarred pink skin underneath.
The white energy surrounds the black-haired druid girl that I first helped, they are similar to cocoons of shining white, and even then it looks like their natural aura is pushing the energy away.
Because of all of the repulsion, the mana moves much faster and in a fervent manner.
