Lyra stepped forward, her hands glowing as she began chanting a complex healing incantation. Then, with a brilliant surge of magic, she released a powerful area spell —[Area High Heal].
A luminous circle of healing energy, spanning nearly twenty meters, illuminated the battlefield with a warm, golden light. The radiant magic washed over everyone in its range — not only healing the critically wounded like the Patriarch, Princess Amelia, Cain, and The Magi Silvanya — but also restoring the injured knights and mages still scattered across the area.
Even I felt the searing pain in my side begin to fade, as the wound on my waist closed steadily under the spell's effect.
"This is incredible… Lyra's grown into such a formidable support mage," I murmured to myself in awe.
"You're right, Nao. She must've worked hard to get this far," Envi echoed in my mind, his tone filled with genuine admiration. "She's… an amazing woman."
