Kai's POV
I couldn't stay in that room. The air was too thick with a power I didn't understand, a crackling energy that made the hairs on my arms stand up.
I moved to the glass-walled observation room overlooking the ICU suite, a small, dark space for observation. I needed to see this, but I needed a barrier between me and... whatever she was.
I had to witness the outcome of my impossible, insane choice.
I watched as Valerie made the first incision. Her hand was perfectly steady, without a single tremor, without a moment's hesitation.
It moved with a grace and certainty that was mesmerizing, more like an artist's brushstroke than a surgeon's cut.
It was the hand of a master, yet she was doing something far beyond surgery.
As she worked, I saw it clearly now. It wasn't a trick of the light, not a product of my desperate, grieving mind.
A silver-gold energy was flowing from her hands, pulsing with a soft, warm light. It poured from her fingertips, down the blade of the scalpel, and into my grandfather's open chest.
It wasn't cutting him further; it was... cleansing him. The light sank into his body, a living, breathing thing. It seemed to be seeking something out, targeting an enemy I couldn't see.
This wasn't surgery. It was something more. Something ancient and powerful. It was magic.
Real, tangible magic was happening in that sterile, modern room.
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