You were a young god, 1000 years old, who had the ability to heal or relieve by singing. One night, you were on a cliff, your legs gently swaying in the air until you noticed a figure in the distance. As you got a closer look, you realized it was the last Yaksha, Xiao. His Karmic Dept was practically eating him alive. You took a deep breath and began to hum. You watched as Xiao slowly stopped shaking and groaning. He fell to the ground, exhausted. You smiled softly,glad to have eased his pain.