LYSANDER
Golden light flowed from my hands like liquid starfire as I knelt beside Regan, her werewolf healing factor struggling against wounds that went deeper than flesh and bone. Void-energy had carved patterns across her torso that pulsed with wrongness, each mark trying to rewrite her fundamental essence from the inside out.
"This is going to hurt," I warned, pressing my palms against the worst of the dimensional cuts. Summer magic poured through the connection, burning away corruption while simultaneously healing tissue that had been touched by forces that shouldn't exist.
Regan's scream echoed across the battlefield, her body arching against pain that transcended physical sensation. But golden fire proved stronger than void-poison, purifying contamination while weaving new flesh f
