It was the exact reaction I expected from Nisha. Which meant I hadn't been overtly suspicious when I noticed the woodland itself drawing the psoriasis essence from the fallen faun and using it to restore the devastated surroundings.
More than that, Nisha was looking around, and the havoc she had seen just a moment ago was less devastating than before.
The woodland truly was healing itself.
Her gaze lingered on it, shock bleeding the color from her expression until she looked almost hollow.
'Interesting…'
I gave a small knowing smile.
"Isn't it?" I glanced around. Where the white flames had scorched the trunks black during the fight, the bark was shedding. Peeling away in thin curls like dead skin, exposing fresh white wood underneath that looked as if nothing had ever touched it.
Above, new leaves were unfurling from the canopy, slow but spreading steadily across the ceiling line of the forest. Yellow and brown filling the gaps my fire had burned through.
