Chapter 23

Rune's POV

With Xavier over Lyra's lap, she chanted an ancient language that had been long lost while I stared with awe.

“This is not Lyra. Who is this lady?” I thought to myself, still standing perplexed.

As the ancient words were spoken, a warm, golden light began to emanate from the lips of Lyra, filling the air with a bright, warm vibrant energy.

The light began to grow in intensity, swirling around Xavier as it enveloped him in a radiant aura.

I could feel sparks as the surrounding air became charged with an electric tension as if the very fabric of reality was being manipulated.

“Oh my days,” I gasped from where I stood, Xavier was stirring.

Lyra placed one of her palms on Xavier's head, his body was being infused with a gentle, pulsing warmth.

It started at the crown of his head, spreading down through his torso, arms, and legs, filling him with a sense of relaxation and release.

I could see the muscles, tense and knotted from pain and stress, begin to unwind, letting go of