Hands-Off Healing
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Mykaul squints in challenge at the disturbance hanging in the air. A toxin that would spread through the Twelveswood if left unchecked. His shoulder-length hair blows in the breeze as he draws upon the purer forces of nature. The Duskwight slowly brings his arms up, the wind picking up speed with each micro-movement.
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Together, man and nature cast out the corrupted elemental. A smile spreads across his face as he Hears the cries of joy. "You are welcome, my friends. And I thank you for your gifts as well." With this, he turns to summon Draumond for home.
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Mykaul squints in challenge at the disturbance hanging in the air. A toxin that would spread through the Twelveswood if left unchecked. His shoulder-length hair blows in the breeze as he draws upon the purer forces of nature. The Duskwight slowly brings his arms up, the wind picking up speed with each micro-movement.
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Together, man and nature cast out the corrupted elemental. A smile spreads across his face as he Hears the cries of joy. "You are welcome, my friends. And I thank you for your gifts as well." With this, he turns to summon Draumond for home.
