Down in the King's throne room, the magical barrier Lyrielle had erected flickered and died. The wound on DragonSlayer's back, which had been stubbornly resisting her healing magic, suddenly began to knit itself together at a normal pace. The god of time's power was gone.
"He did it," DragonSlayer gasped, pushing himself to his feet.
Lyrielle didn't wait. She broke into a full sprint, her feet flying up the long, winding staircase to the rooftop. She burst through the final doorway and saw him. SynchroNoice was lying on the cold stone, unconscious, the anti-healing effect still shimmering faintly around his wound. She rushed to his side, her hands glowing with a powerful, concentrated green light. The dark magic sizzled and dissolved under her touch, and the small man's body began to heal, his breathing evening out as he returned to normal.
