Uttering potent words, you entreat your deity's favor. Your hands weave a gesture, designating those for whom you seek divine aid. Bones mend, wounds vanish like mist under the gentle caress of your piety—cleansing injuries as a fine cloth polishes a window.
I Cast Mass Healing Word
My voice thunders, conjuring symbols—sizzling strokes of red and white—in the air with every uttered word. These glyphs streak toward each target, diving into their chests, infusing vibrant, restorative energy into every fiber of their beings.