The golden light from the acupuncture needles slowly faded as I monitored the officers' returning consciousness. Each man's face showed subtle signs of life returning. Color began creeping back into their cheeks. Their breathing deepened.
"Incredible," Dean Nash whispered, his phone still recording. "Their vital signs are stabilizing across the board."
I checked each officer carefully, feeling the pulse points where spiritual energy merged with physical healing. The soul tethers had successfully pulled their consciousness back from whatever dark realm the Azan had banished them to.
"Dr. Norton," I called to Felix, who stood frozen beside his monitors. "What do you see?"
Felix shook his head slowly, his earlier hostility completely gone. "Brain activity is returning to normal levels. Heart rates are steady. Blood pressure is within acceptable ranges." He looked up at me with obvious respect. "Ethan, I owe you an apology. And more than that."
