Joseph's hand, weathered by time and experience, closed around Elena's trembling fingers. His movements were swift and purposeful, a testament to the practiced efficiency of a healer well-versed in the arts of mending. Ignoring the prone figure of Richard, he guided Elena to a relatively safer distance before initiating the incantation. The air shimmered with a subtle energy as Joseph's healing spell took root. A gentle hum, akin to the harmonious resonance of nature, emanated from his hands.
A verdant glow enveloped Elena's form. The ethereal light, a manifestation of healing magic, clung to her like a second skin, grazing the surface of her body with restorative warmth. The light acted as a mending fabric, delicately repairing the damage inflicted upon her. Scars, like fading echoes of trauma, vanished beneath the gentle touch of rejuvenating magic.
