"In the name of Denia, holy spirit of life, cleanse the weariness of the warriors with your benevolent gaze." Standing at the heart of the defensive position, Lina raised her hands high, a holy light emitted from them, stunningly dazzling under the setting sun, shedding upon every body of the city guards. Under the illumination of the glow, the visible and invisible wounds on the bodies of the warriors were healing at a visible rate. Every city guard who accepted the cleansing felt as if they had been infused with fresh vitality - not only fully recovered, but they also seemed to have their strength restored, no longer as exhausted as before.
"What a luxurious divine spell." Captain Ayrland admired with some envy: "Such powerful group healing effects, in any team, would be viewed as divine."
"Careful with your men, this divine spell does not work on fatal injuries." Lina said calmly and serenely, with an air of purity: "Do not waste the goddess' light of compassion."
