Harry: Gee, Thanks!

Irina's eyes widened. She suspected she had misheard. "Huh? Flames that heal injuries and purify evil?"

Linley nodded with a smile. He lightly brushed his right hand over his left arm, leaving a neither shallow nor deep bloody cut on it.

Then, with a thought from Linley, a cluster of golden-red flames abruptly ignited and wrapped around his injured arm. The gentle golden-red flames licked at his skin.

Right after that, under Irina's incredulous gaze, the injury on Linley's left arm began healing at a visible rate.

This Nirvana Fire really could heal injuries!

But Irina soon raised another question. "But other people don't have your bloodline talent that ignores flames and burning. Perhaps the healing effect of your Nirvana Fire only works on yourself?"

Linley explained, "Just like when Fawkes takes us through Fiery Apparition, we can't feel the heat of the flames, my Nirvana Fire likewise won't burn allies when it is used for healing."

Irina was even more astonished. To verify Linley's claim, she personally cut open her wrist and gestured for him to demonstrate again.

"Don't hurt yourself like that. It pains me to see it."

Linley smiled indulgently as he walked over and gently placed his palm over Irina's wound.

The golden-red flames ignited again, softly enveloping Irina's injured wrist.

Irina only felt that the wrist wrapped in flames was pleasantly warm and incredibly comfortable, as though she were lying beside the fireplace in a winter cottage, or resting in her mother's warm embrace.

Under her gaze, the wound on her wrist healed completely, as though it had never existed.

After confirming the healing abilities of the Nirvana Fire, Irina said in delight, "It really works! The healing effect of this Nirvana Fire is truly equivalent to Phoenix Tears?!"

The smile on Linley's face deepened.