The Compassionate Souls

Lavatri's voice, though weary, held a tone of urgency that couldn't be ignored. She knew that they had reached a critical juncture. 

The golden light filtering through the prison crevice was a sign, a signal that they had pushed their healing powers to their limits.

The healers, their chests rising and falling with the exertion of their efforts, stepped back in unison. They watched Sophia with a mix of anticipation and relief. Lavatri could sense their collective hope that their relentless efforts had paid off.

Sophia's eyes, once clouded with pain and suffering, now opened wider, revealing a spark of life that had been absent for far too long. 

Her breathing, which had been labored and strained, gradually settled into a more steady rhythm. It was as if a glimmer of her true self had emerged from the darkness that had enveloped her.