Chapter 195

Young Zedekiel quickly stood up and scanned his surroundings, searching for any sign of the mysterious benefactor who had saved him. He knew that he had been wounded by iron and had been stabbed multiple times in the chest to which there was no way he could have recovered on his own but the landscape remained eerily still, devoid of any trace of the presence that had saved him from the brink of death. He tried calling out to see if anyone would answer but he was met with silence. Even the spirit s of the Vale dared not respond for they could feel the dense magic resonating in his body.

Seeing as all traces of the person who had helped him had disappeared, Young Zedekiel deduced that the person didn’t want to be known so he didn’t dwell on it further. Instead, he picked up his sword and flexed his muscles, giving his neck a satisfying crack. He marvelled at how he was brimming with energy and strength. All the wounds on his body were completely healed, as if they were never inf