Chapter 52 - Battle for the House

Vision returned with me standing in the middle of the battlefield, my grip tight on the hilt of my sword and stance as tense as it'd been the moment Isobel had attacked me. I glanced down at myself. My armor was chipped, the leather cloth beneath it sliced and crusted with blood, and my head was still aching. But… I was standing. More than that, the pain from my wounds seemed to subside at an unnatural rate. It was slow at first, a warm surge, rushing through me from nowhere. It started in my core and spread out, knitting flesh back together, sealing cuts with a tingle that made my skin prickle. This was a Healing Spell, I realized. But I didn't know any Healing Spells? Neither did Lyra, and I doubted Isobel would be healing me, would she…?