The black smoke swirled and thinned under the late morning sun, Daniel and Bernard were hurled in opposite directions, their bodies skidding across the ground.
"Belinda!!" Marco barked.
Other shamans sprang into motion, rushing toward them. Marco caught sight of Daniel's face—eyes shut, breathing shallow, his right arm still trembling from the blast.
Belinda rushed toward them—palm open. The grass beneath her feet ripped free, sucked into her hand like a magnet, twisting together into a dense ball.
"Earath florea rejuvena!" she intoned, casting the spell and hurling the ball toward them.
*Whoosh!-Whoosh!*
The ball tore through the air, shedding a few loose leaves, yet remained intact—glowing green as it flew. Her aim was impeccable; it landed right beside them.
The ball burst open, blooming like a magical green flower, its petals radiating a faint, shimmering aura.
Daniel's body slowly stabilized from the impact, and the blistered skin on his palm began to heal rapidly.
