regrows limbs

“Shh,” I replied, putting a finger to my lips and then extending it to poke her lightly in the nose. As I did, I let my power surge, charging my new healing spell fully and releasing it. With the five second charge Quick Soul granted, I could boost the effect greatly in exchange for about five thousand MP—and with the amount of MP I had access to, I could cast it three times back to back.

So I did.

At once, light filled the room, shining brightly over the healed stumps of her arms and leg. The color was a bright, pure white—the color of my Aura—and existed as a trio of flat disks that slowly began to move. They slipped easily through the holes in my mother’s hospital gown, down from her shoulders and thigh, and in the space they left behind was new, whole flesh. The growth of it almost seemed to be pushing the disks away, but at the ends of the reforming limbs were patches of flesh that glowed for a moment before dimming and becoming flesh, casting off sparks as they went.

It took most of a minute, but we watched as my mom healed. When it was done, my mom looked down at her hands in awe and seemed to have been struck speechless.