Request: Omega's Fury: The Tale of the Shadow Sister novel Chapter 84

The Goddess Gift-2

“Lora’s diagnosis was correct,” she said, her voice a melodic blend of authority and empathy. This is indeed a case of dark magic. It’s a very aggressive form, one that spreads through bites.”

She pulled back the warrior’s hospital gown to reveal a bite mark on his leg, inflamed and oozing a dark, viscous fluid. “This is where he was infected,” she continued. “The magic is spreading through his bloodstream, corrupting his body and mind. With each passing day, he will become more aggressive and feral, increasing the risk of infecting others. From now on, those around him should be very cautious.”

The healers nodded in agreement; their expressions somber. They quickly moved to put the warrior in isolation, taking every precaution to prevent the spread of the infection.

Elora, standing beside Azriel, felt a chill run down her spine. “Is there any cure?” she asked, her voice tinged with desperation.

The witch shook her head slowly. “For this type of witchcraft, there is no known undoing,” she replied. “Unless you have someone who possesses the Goddess Gift.”

Markus, Azriel, and Elora exchanged a tense look. “What is the Goddess Gift?” Markus asked, his voice a mixture of curiosity and urgency.

The witch took a deep breath, her eyes glazing over as if recalling a long-forgotten tale. “There are stories from my grandmother, ancient tales of blessed wolves who had the ability to cure any disease, heal any wound. They were said to be touched by the Goddess herself, imbued with her divine power. But such wolves are believed to be extinct now.”

A heavy silence fell over the room. The weight of the witch’s words pressed down on them, each of them lost in their thoughts.

Markus finally spoke, his voice firm. “Thank you for your help. We will take it from here.”

With that, the group withdrew from the isolation room and made their way to the royal library, a sanctuary of knowledge and history. The library was a vast, echoing chamber filled with ancient tomes and scrolls, the air thick with the scent of parchment and ink.

As they settled around a large wooden table, Markus turned to Azriel and Elora. “We need to find a solution, and fast. If this dark magic can spread, we could be facing an epidemic. Plus, we need to investigate who bit your warrior.”

Elora nodded, her face set in determination. “I want to learn everything I can about this Goddess Gift. There must be something in these archives that can help us. Do you believe I can be the one?”

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Azriel placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “We’ll find it together. But for now, let’s keep your abilities a secret until we learn more about the risks of you using your healing abilities

Markus, Elora, and Azriel had been scouring the texts for hours, their eyes burning from the strain and their minds weary. The search for information about the healing wolves and the Goddess Gift felt endless, each page turned with hope and desperation.

Elora was poring over a particularly old tome when Azriel’s voice broke the silence. “I think I found something.”

Both Markus and Elora turned to him, their exhaustion momentarily forgotten. Azriel held a wor piece of parchment, its edges frayed, and the ink faded. It was written in an archaic script, the words forming a cryptic poem:

*”To those of pure heart, the Moon Goddess bestows,

A gift of healing, as the legend goes.

No ailment too great, no curse too dark,

With fated one’s presence, ignite the spark.

Alone, the healer bears the pain,

But together, no backlash, no bane.”*

Elora’s eyes widened as she read the lines. “This means… if I have Azriel with me when I heal, I won’t suffer any backlash?”

Markus nodded; his face serious. “That’s what it implies. But we need to be cautious. We should

try this in a simpler case before attempting to heal the warrior infected with dark magic.”

Azriel squeezed Elora’s hand reassuringly. “We’ll be careful. Let’s find a simpler case and test this

out. But only if Lora is willing to try; you know my opinion, my dove. Your safety is the most important to me.”

“I want to try,” Lora replied with a determined glint in her eyes.

With a renewed sense of purpose, they made their way to the royal clinic. The atmosphere was

tense but hopeful. The Chief Medical Advisor met them at the entrance, his expression a mix of

concern and curiosity.

“Doctor Anto,” Markus said, “we need your help. We’re going to test a potential cure, but we need to start with a simpler case first.”

Anto nodded and led them to a room where a young she-wolf lay on a bed, her leg wrapped in bandages. She had suffered a bad wound during a rogue attack and her wound wasn’t healing

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properly as she had wolfsbane in her system.

“This should be a good starting point,” Doctor Anto said. “She’s not in immediate danger, but the wound is infected and isn’t responding well to normal treatments.”

Elora took a deep breath and approached the bed. Azriel stood beside her, their hands clasped.. She could feel his strength and support flowing into her, bolstering her resolve. She placed her hand gently over the wound, closing her eyes and focusing on her healing abilities.

A warm, golden light emanated from her hand, spreading over the wound. Elora could feel the infection fighting back, but with Azriel’s presence and his squeeze of hand, she pushed through The light grew brighter, and the wound began to close, the infection receding.

After a few moments, the light faded, and Elora opened her eyes. The wound was completely healed, the skin smooth and unblemished. She felt a slight fatigue and when she turned towards her mate she saw him with sweat on his face.

“It worked,” she whispered, tears of relief in her eyes.

Markus and Anto exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of amazement and hope.

“The Goddess Gift! You are a blessed wolf!” Doctor Anto exclaimed in awe and reverence.

“How are you feeling?” Markus asked.

“Like I ran ten laps,” Azriel replied. “It is like the energy is flowing between us and I feel Lora’s struggle to push back on the disease.”

“Yes, but with Azriel next to me, I felt that a big burden was lifted from my chest. The healing is easier than in the past, when I felt like fainting,” Lora replied as well.

“Now we know it can work,” Markus said, his voice filled with a cautious optimism. “Once you are ready, if you agree, we can try it on the warrior.”

Elle Vintea

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