heal god

"Some say the gods abandoned us… But one of them remained. Not to save everyone — but to choose who gets to live." A figure in a white, tattered cloak walks slowly forward, hands glowing with a muted golden shimmer. Every step leaves small flowers blooming in the pools of blood. When he places his hand on a soldier, the flesh heals… but the soldier’s eyes turn empty, almost as if something vanished along with the pain. [The figure, silent yet with echoes] "I am the Heal God…