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The figure looks around the room, ignoring the question for the meanwhile.
He looks back at Livon, staring into him, staring into his soul. His eyes see all. Livon feels a strange sensation, like a spider crawling up his spine.
"Livon, have you forgotten me already? I am Master Al'yau, the same Master that found the traitor amongst the 33 commanders."
He looks around again. The soldiers drag Histurv to his feet and wait next to Al'yau. The Master takes a couple of steps forward, ignoring the doctors, focusing on Rosar only. He stands right next to Rosar, staring down. Without any warning, he grabs Rosar's wrist and feels it.
"His heart may have stopped, but there is a chance I could bring him back."
He looks up, the javelins of his eyes piercing into Livon.
"Not without risk of course. He may never be able to walk or speak or perhaps even, see. Or he could be a completely different person. It's your choice."
He drops Rosar's arm, but strangely, it floats back into place.
"But first, I am here for a different reason."
He leaps at Histurv, his hands clasping around his head. The soldiers let go and suddenly, both of them are floating. A white energy flows from Al'yau's hands as he lets go, hovering in front of Histurv's sleeping body. Histurv awakes with a scream, for a mere second, as one of the soldiers shouts,
"COVER YOUR EYES!"
The Soldiers grasp their helmets, and Livon, Reyarteb and anyone else find themselves instictively closing their's as well, shutting them tight, covering them with a hand or an arm.
Then, a flash of white blinding light, as Histurv's eyes are forced open, fills the room. Histurv screams again, but then, he is unconscious.
In Histurv's mind, there is an explosion as a figure materialises, in glowing white robes.