Douglas looked focused, his fingers flying as he adjusted the depth and angle of the silver needles from time to time.
Only after about a quarter of an hour did he slowly remove the silver needles, now black as ink, one by one, carefully placing them in a specially made waste container.
Most of the terrifying golden patches on Aldo's body had faded, leaving only faint traces that no longer gave off that unsettling, corrosive energy.
After dealing with most of the traces of Holy Light on Aldo's body, Douglas took a vial of pale green potion from his robes. It radiated a gentle aura of life, and he fed it to Aldo.
This was a powerful restorative potion that could rapidly repair damaged tissue and replenish lost vitality.
As the liquid slid down his throat, Aldo felt a warm current instantly spread through his entire body. His body, cold from blood loss and excruciating pain, gradually regained a little warmth. His breathing grew much steadier, and a faint hint of color returned to his previously ashen face.
"Mr. Holmes, what... what kind of magic is this? I've never seen... such miraculous healing..."
Aldo spoke weakly, his voice filled with the emotion of having survived disaster and an irrepressible curiosity.
He felt as though he had been forcibly dragged back from the brink of hell.
"This is no ordinary healing magic, Mr. Aldo."
Douglas placed the last blackened silver needle in the container, his voice level but carrying an unquestionable weight.
"It is ancient wisdom from the distant East, an art of energy and balance. As for those spells, they are merely aids used to shift that balance."
At this, Lupin could not help smiling, not surprised in the least.
Wasn't the central principle behind Douglas's improved New Wolfsbane Potion