'If the universe is alive, then his heal could affect the universe itself.'
The thought arrived without ceremony. No revelation, no thunderclap. Just the cold clinical click of something locking into place.
Bruce held very still inside his own mind.
If the universe was alive, if the realms were its cells, the planets its organs, the galaxies its systems, then everything he had ever learned about healing a body applied. Scaled differently. Operated at frequencies he hadn't yet learned to touch. But the grammar was the same.
A wound was a wound. A vein was a vein. A system out of balance was a system out of balance.
And he was a healer.
He turned his attention outward.
