Novel & Cerita Oblivion Heal Major Wounds

Darkness crept in at the edges of my vision—a thick, inky void threatening to drag me under. I was dying. I could feel it. But then—a sharp, almost playful slap landed across my cheek. “Don’t black out on me now, sweet niece,” Violet teased,“Not when the fun’s just beginning.” And then, the impossible happened. I felt my body begin to heal. Not the slow, painful regeneration of a wolf—but something faster and stronger. My organs stitched themselves back together, my skin knitting closed, even as fresh blood still soaked my clothes. But just as the healing started—Rebecca’s claws struck again—and again—and again.

He didn't cry out, but the ice wall shook, a massive crack snaking through their only protection. "Leo!" Elara lunged for him, her medical kit open. "Don't... stop," Leo gasped, his eyes flickering. "If I let go... the shelf... it slides." Elara didn't use bandages. She used the Void-Healing. She pressed her hands to the wound, drawing the heat from the incendiary round into her own body to prevent it from burning Leo's core. She gasped as the thermal energy scorched her palms, but she didn't pull away.

“He’s a Lycan warrior. His flesh should have started knitting together minutes ago.” “That’s the problem,” Isolde whispered, coming closer so the others wouldn't hear. “Whatever the rebels are dipping their claws in, it’s fighting back against our natural healing.” While I have been helping these past few days, this was the first time I had actually had to heal a wound. I thought I knew what the healers had been dealing with, but apparently, I had been wrong. “Even with the aid of healing balms, herbs, and potions? " I had to ask Isolde, barely keeping my voice low.

He returned the Oculus Blade to Severin, and fired a shot of vitality-infused mana into Severin's body. In an instant, Severin could feel the mana entering his body and healing his injuries. Overjoyed, he quickly took out several healing pills from his spatial ring and ate them. The pills were digested into pure alchemical power and nourished his whole body, thus mending the gaping wounds at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He gave a satisfactory sigh at her warmth sinking into his skin; then he felt it spread, and his burns began to fade back into his normal skin. “Thank you. Now, heal yourself, please. Try, I know you're gonna say it won't work.” Olive began to get up from the ground. Wayne quickly kicked himself up and held out his hand to help pull her up. Olive smiled at his gentlemanly gesture. “I heal rapidly. In fact, I heal before I even know there's an injury. If it's not healing on me, I can't heal it. Let's go find Mufasa and Lutz, after we kill him of course.”

"We are fighting the same enemy. The Oblivion. The thing that is making the world forget. We are Scribes. We are restoring memory." Valeria’s laugh was a short, harsh sound. "Memory? You call this memory?" She gestured at the obelisk. "You are digging up graves. The world is broken. The kindest thing to do is to let it heal. Let the wounds scar over. You are picking at them, making them bleed again. You are causing more pain." Elara stepped forward, her gentle voice a contrast to the hunter's steel. "A wound that is covered but not cleaned will fester. It will poison the whole body. We are not causing the pain. We are cleaning the wound so it can heal properly."

> "Love one another. The light will do the rest." > A colossal wave of golden energy burst outward from the family. But the light wasn't a weapon; it wasn't fire, and it wasn't destructive lightning. It was pure, unadulterated healing. The wave washed over the entire battlefield. Wounded, exhausted soldiers stood up, their broken bones knitting back together instantly. Fractured palace walls repaired themselves stone by stone. The cursed land itself began to breathe deeply again. The Voidborn shrieked, its body thrashing as the environment rejected its very presence. "No! Healing cannot destroy me!"

Solan's hand began to glow as she spoke. A pure green magical circle appeared out of nowhere and hovered over the stricken warriors. "Advanced Heal." The magic circle broke, and the green light fell upon the soldiers' bodies, having an instantaneous effect. The bleeding stopped quickly, and all of the conscious injured soldiers reported that their bodies felt considerably better, and the pain seemed to fade. It was the same with those who had serious internal bleeding; their aura veins began to heal, and the last of the beastmen aura that was hurting them dissipated into the air.

“I don’t think she’ll make it til then.” “What? What do you mean?” Ivan gently placed Ursa on the ground, her head resting on the flat end of a rock. “Look, her abdomen is bleeding. We have to heal her now.” “I don’t know any healing magic!” “I know a little. Enough to keep her from dying before we make it to a real healer.” Orlov kneeled next to Ursa, placing his hands over her wounds. He murmured an incantation, closing his eyes to focus all his energy into this spell. A dim, blue light emitted from his palms, seeping into Ursa’s skin and coursed through her veins like it was her own blood. Slowly, the bleeding stopped everywhere, and the skin around her largest wound began to regenerate o

Unable to bear it, he broke, holding her hand, tears blurring his vision. Tabit came hurriedly, giving Juniper the potion Cassandra made for healing in case anything happened to her which stopped her bleeding thankfully. Sir Zuka is not a healer. Healing is a natural ability like Perspehone’s fire. Not everyone was able to heal. Thankfully when her bleeding was stopped and the wound was closed up but her skin could fall apart anytime so they had to stitch it back as well before bandaging it. “Oh, Juniper…” Ahlum fell on her knees, sighing in relief when they barely managed to save Juniper.