Nr_Yet1208

~In a world where death is everywhere and the gods do nothing, living is hardly a blessing. The dark realm- the gods call this world. 
One day or rather one night, a young man- Daarc Green, finds himself stranded in the middle of a forest. He is hunted by goblins and then the undead. But wasn't he in his room all this time? And why would these things come after his life? Things didn't make sense but he marched deeper into the forest and met a statue of an angel.
Will he survive to tell the tale?~

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Dawn- An age of Darkness

"For us, no. but for gods, it should be child's play. If I remember correctly, the god of light could heal even the most injured." So, it was impossible even for demigods? "And since you possess his mana, it's possible if you should go past the demigod level, you can heal your own arm."

Alisa had said the same thing but according to her, it'd take me at least a few decades before I could achieve that level if I spent the rest of my life just practicing magic and doing nothing else. Meaning, it wasn't impossible but just not feasible.

"He'd healed my eyes." I touched my face. "But- pass the demigod level? Is that even possible for a mortal?"

Alisa hinted that it was but- I doubted that possibility. After all, there were no records of anyone ever achieving such a feat.

"Actually, you have the relic of Anverosa, correct? Would you mind using it?" Well, she wasn't answering me.

AHHHH! Not again!