Maris took a deep breath, her anger slowly dissipating as the last flickers of the elemental's essence faded from the cave. She stepped toward Lucan, her wings folding neatly behind her. The shimmering shield of light around him was still intact, a barrier against the remnants of the chaotic battle.
Despite the situation, Maris could see that Lucan was relatively unharmed. Still, her protective instincts and lingering fear drove her to act. With a solemn expression, she raised her hands and began to chant softly, invoking the Divine Healing spell.
The air around her crackled with intense energy as the spell took form. A brilliant light enveloped Lucan, bathing him in a soothing glow. The Divine Healing spell was renowned for its power; it could heal any wound as long as there was a heartbeat left in the patient. However, it came at a great cost: it would drain Maris of all her magical abilities for several seconds, rendering her vulnerable.
