The thick green mist of light was carried by a gentle wind to every corner of the continent.
The points of light fell straight down.
Everything was being restored.
Angel even saw those points of light barely preserve the last breath of Bobota's physical body, which had been on the verge of collapse.
The only thing Angel found regrettable was that, though he stood closest to it all, those points of light brought him no benefit whatsoever. They did not even fall upon him.
Even when he deliberately tried to intercept them, the points of light would skirt around him.
Seeing this, Angel could only sigh inwardly. Perhaps these points of light were useful only to the injured. Yet Angel bore no wounds at all. In fact, he could clearly sense that his current physical condition had reached the absolute peak since his birth.
All the aged, necrotic cells in his body had already been expelled during the previous endless reforging. Angel felt that every drop of his blood, every cell, brimmed with an unprecedented abundance of energy.
With the formidable foundation of his physical body, Angel even had the illusion that, even if he faced a formal wizard now, he would dare to beat them down for all to see.
Angel lowered his head and clenched his fist. The feedback from his muscles and bones, along with the crack of air from his grip, all attested to the earth-shaking changes in his body.
This change made him muse inwardly: perhaps surpassing a formal wizard in physical strength was not an illusion. Even Angel himself had no idea just how powerful his body had become.
Since these points of light offered him no benefit anyway, Angel simply sank into deep contemplation of his own strength.
As Angel sensed himself, time