The hissing of steam faded, replaced by a silence so profound it felt heavy.
Theron Voss lay on the pristine floor of the Platinum Spire, staring at his own right arm.
For sixteen years, it had been a mangled, shifting nightmare of black chitin and Void corruption, a parasitic anchor that drained his life and sanity.
Now, the skin was raw, pink, and whole.
Under such pure crystallization of life, he was finally healed, a situation which he could barely imagine even after breaking through Demi-God level
Thinking of this, with excitement in his eyes, he slowly curled his fingers into a fist.
*Ba-thump.*
It started as a single, resonant heartbeat deep within his chest.
For over a decade and a half, Theron had forcefully suppressed his own mana, using his sheer, terrifying willpower to keep the Void Demon God's curse from reaching his heart
He had built a dam to hold back an ocean.
Now, the dam was gone.
