Lucan stood still, his gaze fixed on the injured Phoenix. The once-majestic creature, whose feathers had blazed with reds and golds, now appeared dulled and stained with blood. Despite her evident pain, Lucan could see the fierce spirit burning in her eyes.
He approached cautiously, mindful of the Phoenix's initial reaction. "Don't be afraid," he said softly, trying to project calm and reassurance. "I'm here to help."
The Phoenix hissed weakly, her feathers ruffling as she attempted to move away. Her usual grace and power were subdued, her movements sluggish and labored. Lucan could see that despite her resistance, her strength was rapidly waning.
Kneeling beside the Phoenix, Lucan carefully reached out with his hands. He began to channel his healing energy, focusing on the area where a long, spear-like weapon had pierced her side. His hands glowed with a warm light, and he felt a surge of energy flow through him as he worked to mend her wounds.
