I walked with purposeful steps towards the women, whose faces betrayed a mix of pain and relief. I wordlessly went one by one through them, taking each of them one at a time by their hands. Through my fingertips, which were full of Eternal Vitality, streams of golden light penetrated into their skins.
In one second, wounds were sealed—jagged rips had been covered up as if it was not even there. Faint, and now mostly white, and some very old scars, were becoming less visible, to almost unnoticeable skin. Their gasps could be heard as their strength and health returned , with their skin bright and soft as a baby's skin.
They fell down to the ground, now uniting their foreheads with the earth. "Thank you, my king." "Bless you." "We are indebted to your generosity with our lives." Their voices were shaking, packed with thanks and that which is beyond the feeling of gratitude—devotion.
