by sheepy. » Sat Mar 02, 2019 2:23 pm
Murtagh closed his eyes and began speaking softly in a language as old as time as he placed a hand on the wound. A soft green light pulsed at the palm of his hand. After a minute he stopped the chanting and the light faded, he removed the hand to reveal the slightly pink new skin that a moment ago had been an open infected wound.