"W-What are you doing?" she asked, panic rising in her voice.
She instinctively struggled and tried to twist away, her hands moving to cover her arms and face. Fear took over her body, and old instincts screamed at her to hide the scars she had been mocked for all her life.
At that instant, a pillar of light erupted around them.
The light burst outward, bright and warm, swallowing everything in its glow.
The soldiers nearby gasped in shock, shielding their eyes.
When the light finally faded, the sight before them shook them to their core.
The countless scars that once covered Claira's body were gone.
Her skin was smooth and unbroken. The deep wounds, the jagged marks, and the signs of years of abuse had vanished completely. Only the dark spot near her right eye and right cheek remained, though even that had softened, its edges no longer harsh.
Claira's mind went blank.
