The contorted body of Tito continues to twist and convulse as the healers work their magic blessing.
Tito screams in agony. Unimaginable sounds escape his mouth with each twitch, each muscle fiber being weaved back into place, each joint snapped and fused, each blood cell pouring back into its vessels.
I don't dare enter his mind. The torment may bleed over into my mind and cause me damage.
Minutes pass in agonizing silence from the crowd. All we hear are the the continuous moans of poor Tito. No help arrives. Nobody moves except the healers.
His body reforms but the scars remain, looking hideous and grotesques on such a young frame. A young soul depraved of its once physical beauty.
Eventually Tyde collapses. His lungs may have healed but his fatigue gave out on him. I help him up and Tia moves Tito into a better position.
More groans escape his mouth as his body shivers. The healers are nearing the end of their essence.
