Krim
Reach Heaven By Violence
With the retreat of the dragons, Xa-Raku's arms flexed and pushed, palms out, at the air in front of them, centering himself in a magicka-focusing stance. He had expended much of his energy already, but still had enough to bring healing to those who were still on the brink of survival. He strode through the burning streets, hands alight with life energy, flowing it into the battered bodies strewn about until they were at least stable once more. When his reserves of magicka waned, his left hand instead glowed red, siphoning the magicka from his own lifeforce, and channeling it into the others. Life to magic, magic to life; in this way his magic knew balance, as did he. Though it caused him to grow pale and weak, there would be time enough to heal himself later. For now, there were others in far greater need. Hopefully those storm clouds would bring some much-needed rain to extinguish the burning buildings.