The chamber shook with a scream that split the silence, raw and jagged as though torn from the marrow of Druven's soul. His back arched violently, muscles rigid, his fists clenched tight enough for his knuckles to pale.
The emerald glow that had been pulsing gently through his body surged all at once, flaring against the walls like a storm contained within skin and bone.
"Druven!" Rhavri's voice cracked as she lurched forward, her hands pressing against his shoulders in panic.
Her breath came quick and shallow, heart hammering in her chest as she thought Druven was having a backlash from the healing, "Stay with me! Please—look at me, stay here!"
Elyrra flinched at the sudden outburst, her staff rising instinctively.
The aura around her dimmed as she steadied her hand, her brows knitting.
Druven's body eased after a few moments, his scream breaking into ragged gasps, chest rising and falling with uneven rhythm. But though his body slackened, his mind was no calmer.
