Pink new flesh covered the wound, and the skin quickly restored, even the broken and shed golden scales were drilled out from under the new skin.
However, within a few breaths, the wound on the chest healed as if he had never been injured.
And even more shocking was the weak green dragon. The next moment, when the golden light touched his eyes,
his breathing, which had been almost imperceptible, suddenly became deep and powerful, his chest rising and falling vigorously.
His eyelids, which had been almost completely closed and gloomy, suddenly opened, revealing a pair of jade-green dragon eyes that were once again sharp and bright.
He whimpered softly in confusion and bewilderment, lowered his head, and looked around blankly.
This dying and extremely weak state completely disappeared after the golden light vanished.
Then the golden light did not stop; it crossed the two dragons and also gently swept past Geralt, Yennefer, and the others.
Then, like ripples, it quickly spread to the outskirts of the valley, to the crowd that had been injured or had lost consciousness from Borch's earlier fall.
Before the cave entrance, Karl used the recognition power attached to his faith power to roughly perceive this group of dragon hunters:
those who were not stained with the blood of innocent people and who still had a financial purpose in their hearts.
He knew which people, even if driven by greed, would not follow the crowd to attack the cave.
For those completely blinded by greed, who perceived his warning but insisted on taking advantage of the fire, their deaths were deserved, and he had no pity for them.
But for those who still had a conscience or were just swept along, he didn't mind giving some hope.
The light burst from the cave and immediately split into countless tiny warm spots, vanishing into the bodies of those fallen to the ground, groaning or unconscious.
"Mmm... I... I'm not dead?"
"What happened?"
Those who had been seriously injured and dying or in pain, the moment the light penetrated their bodies, all felt a warm current.
The pain quickly subsided, terrible wounds began to heal, broken bones automatically set, and lost strength returned.
They groaned with dazed and disbelieving looks, one by one rising from the ground.
Everyone looked around in astonishment, completely bewildered by what was happening.
Nidalmer, who had been bending down to support a guard who had been spitting blood and foaming at the mouth, suddenly saw a faint golden light flash by.
The next moment, the personal guard he was supporting, his pale face regained its color at an astonishing rate, his vacant eyes regaining their luster.
And the wound on his chest, which had originally been dented, had mostly healed.
The guard, as best he could, struggled to rise from the ground, staggering and incredulous.
Nidalmer stared blankly at this scene, then suddenly looked around.
He found that the subordinates and adventurers lying on the ground with serious injuries and dying, who belonged to his command or whom he considered innocent,
were all standing up one by one at this moment.
There was still a faint golden halo on their bodies, which was quickly fading.
"This... this is..." Nidalmer's mouth fell wide open as he watched the miraculous scene before him.
He sharply turned his head to look towards the Dragon Cave, and the tattered figure emitting an indescribable majesty sparked a huge wave in his heart.
At that moment, he was absolutely certain that the being who called himself "Arn Vati" was definitely related to something depicted in mythological history.
Not ordering the team to forcefully attack the cave earlier had probably been one of the wisest decisions he had ever made.
Borch lowered his head and touched the newly grown golden scales on his chest, with their fresh luster, with the tip of one of his front claws.
It felt as if the previous fierce battle and shattered wounds had been just a dream.
He felt full of life energy in his body as never before, even better than before he was injured.
He looked up and first looked at the little green dragon, who, although healed, still seemed a bit sulky about the "rough" treatment just now.
Trying to move a little away from him, the green dragon, Myrgtabrakke, turned its gaze to Karl with surprise and question.
"Arn Vati, this... this healing power you used?" Borch's voice echoed through the cave with obvious curiosity.
"It gives me a feeling of being under the purest, warmest sunlight, dispelling all mist and pain."
"But... I don't feel any magical fluctuations."
"And, strangely... my body seems to... crave more of this radiance?"
He paused slightly, as if carefully recalling the feeling, a flicker of confusion and longing in his dragon eyes.
Karl greeted Borch, as well as Yennefer, Dorregaray, and Geralt, who were also casting curious and eager glances beside him, and he slowly nodded.
He knew that such a power, completely different from the Chaos Magic system, would inevitably raise questions.
"You can think of it as a special kind of spell, but it has nothing to do with the magic you know and use."
Karl neither boasted nor excessively concealed.
He raised his hand, and a barely visible golden wisp flickered at his fingertips.
"What I wield is another... higher level, purer power."
He didn't explain in detail, nor did he reveal the concepts of the bio-field, solar absorption, or faith power.
This vague statement better preserved the mystery and avoided unnecessary probing.
Borch slightly shook his head, letting out a low, understanding hiss.
"No wonder... your name, Arn Vati, means 'sun' in the Elder Speech."
"...Now, I think I understand." He turned his head to look at the sunlight streaming in from outside the cave.
"The birth and growth of all life depend on the gift of the sun, and your power must come from that."
With these words, Borch, with great interest, stopped further investigation.
For these immortal species, respect for the secrets of others is basic wisdom.
He immediately turned his attention back to Myrgtabrakke beside him.
He leaned forward, and a deeper, softer roar, completely different from the battle roars earlier, came from his throat.
His head gently rubbed against the green dragon's neck, as if trying to comfort her, like... courtship?
Seeing that the golden dragon had stopped asking, Yennefer and Dorregaray exchanged glances and both suppressed their strong curiosity and desire to investigate.
They were all experienced sorcerers and knew that directly probing the source of another's power was extremely offensive and could easily lead to conflict.