Clara's grandmother opens her eyes slowly, the golden light from my needles fading as the last traces of cursed energy dissipate from her body. Her breathing, which had been shallow and labored for days, returns to a steady rhythm.
"Clara?" The elderly woman's voice is weak but clear. "My dear girl, what happened?"
"Grandmother!" Clara rushes to her bedside, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You've been unconscious for three days. We thought... we thought we were going to lose you."
I carefully remove the seven silver needles one by one, each extraction accompanied by a brief flare of residual spiritual energy. The Seven Star Life Restoration Array has done its work perfectly.
Diana stares at me in amazement. "How is this possible? The doctors said there was nothing they could do."
"Sometimes modern medicine has its limitations." I pack away my needles, satisfied with the results. "Your mother will make a full recovery, but she needs rest."
