The Akashic Codex pulsed faintly at the back of his mind, full recognition, the system had said, and he could feel it now as a kind of available reference, a library he hadn't yet learned to read but knew was open to him.
He suspected the Domain would grow into that reference over time. He suspected the radius would expand. Suspected the precision would sharpen, the cost would drop, the verb would learn finer and finer grammatical moods until he could return things to specific points in their origin instead of all the way to the beginning.
He suspected, very quietly, that this was only the nascent form. That what he was holding now was the seed of something the cosmos had not yet seen a healer wield.
He let the Domain dissolve.
The golden light folded back into him, smooth and unhurried, and the labyrinth space returned to its neutral grey distance. Bruce stood alone in the quiet.
He took a breath.
