LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 221 Completely Healed.
Once the room was silent, Michael shifted closer to Anita, his expression soft but serious. "Anita, there's more to your illness than just malnutrition. Do you trust me to help you?"
Anita gazed at him, her crimson eyes filled with trust. "I trust you, Michael. You've given me hope when I had none."
Michael's lips curved into a faint smile. "Good. Let's begin."
Once everyone had left the room, Michael met Anita's gaze. Calm and resolute, she spoke first.
"You don't need to explain what you're going to do. Just do whatever is necessary."
Her serene acceptance left Michael momentarily awestruck. Is this what prophecy looks like? he wondered.
Without further hesitation, Michael began to absorb the ancient energy that had bound itself to Anita's lineage for generations. The curse, rooted deep in her maternal bloodline, transformed into a palpable energy as it flowed into him.
Anita's body grew lighter, and she marveled at the sensation. Most people would have questioned the changes occurring within them, but Anita maintained her silence. Some things, she knew, were better left unknown.
When Michael finished absorbing the curse's energy, Anita's complexion had visibly improved. The oppressive force that had shackled her powers was gone.
"How do you feel?" Michael asked.
In response, Anita raised her arms and bent her legs, testing her body with an expression of wonder. Michael watched her, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
"You'll no longer lose life force when using your powers," he reassured her.
Anita looked up at him, her crimson eyes meeting his own. "Does that mean… I'll be sent to the battlefield now?"
The unexpected question gave Michael pause. A somber look crossed his face before he nodded reluctantly.
"I'm sorry. Given the current situation, it's unavoidable."
Guilt weighed on him. He felt as though he had disrupted the peace she had known, forcing her into a life she had never asked for.
But Anita surprised him again. "Why are you apologizing? Don't be. I'm excited!" she said, her face alight with anticipation. "I've dreamed of venturing out into the world ever since I started reading storybooks. Now that I'm healthy, I can finally do it."
Her enthusiasm was infectious, and Michael couldn't help but chuckle. He had assumed that her frail condition had shaped a demure personality, but he realized now how wrong he had been.
"I'm glad to hear that. There's so much I can show you," Michael said warmly.
Anita's face glowed with hope and excitement. She reached out her hand to him. "I'd like to go outside. Is that possible now?"
Michael nodded. "First, try using your healing abilities on yourself."
Anita took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she focused on her powers. In her mind, she pictured herself strong and vibrant, running across open fields and engaging with the world. Her longing for a healthy life filled her heart.
As she activated her abilities, her bent spine straightened, and a healthy flush returned to her once-pale complexion. With consistent use, she would grow taller and stronger.
The moment Anita tapped into her powers, her consciousness transcended reality, reaching a higher spiritual plane.
In this heightened state, she observed her own soul, where tiny lights began to stir, then turned her gaze outward—to Michael's soul, now vividly manifest before her.
What she saw took her breath away. Michael's soul was massive and unyielding, like a towering mountain. Its sheer magnitude evoked both reverence and fear, as if its presence alone could stifle her breath.
If her soul was a delicate desert flower, Michael's was an ancient, indomitable tree. If she was a gentle breeze, he was a storm that could reshape the world.
His soul burned fiercely, embodying both chaos and order, light and shadow. It was a force that could influence all living things—a power that transcended human limitations.
Anita tried to comprehend the entirety of Michael's essence but quickly realized her limits. His soul was too vast, too profound for her to fully grasp.
With a sigh, she withdrew her focus. Compared to the ancestral spirits she had known, Michael's soul was far greater.
"Yes, it's him. This man is the sun, destined to envelop everything in his light. No one can stop him."
Yet, she wasn't afraid. If anything, a deep yearning to support his vision filled her heart. Even if it meant sacrificing everything she held dear, she felt compelled to see his dreams come to fruition.
As she ended her spiritual journey, Anita opened her eyes. Grasping Michael's hand, she slowly stood.
Her legs trembled after years of confinement, but Michael's steady grip gave her strength. Step by unsteady step, she moved forward, her world expanding with each movement.
For years, her entire existence had been confined to the shadows of her home. Now, for the first time, the horizon stretched endlessly before her. She tightened her hold on Michael's hand, savoring the promise of a brighter future.
Outside, Ismahal paced nervously. The sound of the door opening drew his attention, and he looked up in astonishment.
There, walking on her own, was Anita—his precious sister who had never ventured outside without assistance.
Ismahal's breath caught in his throat, a sound like a beast's sob escaping him.
His sister, his jewel, was completely healed.
After hearing the full story from Anita, Ismahal insisted on accompanying her and Michael. He wanted to witness his sister's growth and felt a deep admiration for Michael. If Michael truly was the protagonist of the prophecy passed down through the tribe, Ismahal wanted to be there to see it unfold.
After consulting with the tribe, he appointed a sturdy middle-aged man as interim chieftain and prepared to depart. Michael saw no reason to refuse Ismahal's company—he recognized him as a skilled warrior and a valuable ally.
As evening approached, Anita and Julian were reluctantly pried apart. The two had seemingly created their own little world in just a day, with promises of the future exchanged and tears shed as they parted.