The training grounds had not lost their rhythm, the steady cadence of sparring continuing across the field as Damon stood near the edge of one of the cleared circles, his presence calm in contrast to the aftermath that surrounded him.
Vaelith sat on the ground a short distance away, his usually composed posture broken as he leaned slightly forward, his breath heavy though controlled, while beside him Eric lay sprawled on his back, his breathing uneven, his body marked with bruises that stood out clearly against his skin.
Mira knelt beside him, her hands hovering gently over the injuries as a soft golden glow spread from her palms, the light warm and soothing as it worked through the damage with quiet precision, her expression focused yet gentle as she attended to him without hesitation.
Eric let out a strained breath before muttering weakly, "Y-you are a goddess, Miss Mira…"
