The scent of blood

I stood. The warmth and wetness of blood was dripping from my hands. The whole forest seemed to have been muted away.

Althea had moved her hands to close the tear of flesh. As she drew a horizontal line at the middle with her point finger, the wound glued shut and smoothly—as if it had never been there at all. 

The man lost consciousness, but his breathing had become stable. 

"H-He's cured." said one of the men who held the man in place. "The miasma is gone." 

It seemed like cheers erupted from around me. But it was a blur. I couldn't believe what I had done. Did I just ram my hand into someone's body? 

A pair of hands shook me off my dazed state. "You fool! Weren't you just told not to use your powers for a while?"

I pushed Lavi aside. The next thing I knew, I was vomiting.