Oblivion Heal Major Wounds Novels & Stories

Those haven't accumulated much of the queen's healing ability took major injuries yet it did not made them to back down for they've been treated back to the camp where Michael's healers subordinates were. Michael's team acted as their supports. It was really a big help having the healers on your side. You don't have to worry about the worst unless they take a very severe injuries that cannot be healed by their healers. Stabbed and slashed by the sword could be healed even if it was deep but severity from castration of limbs was not.

Owen was already there, pressing his hands to the wound, his face gray. I dropped beside him. Shoved Owen aside. Put my hands on Valtherion's chest. Blood everywhere. The dark energy had torn through muscle and bone, leaving a wound that pulsed with residual corruption. Black tendrils threading through the damaged tissue, fighting against his body's attempts to heal. "Don't you dare," I whispered. "Don't you dare die on me." I poured moonlight into him. Everything I had. Every drop of silver, every ounce of healing power, flooding through my palms into his shattered chest.

"They built a weapon. This entire Theatre is a massive transmitter. If we play the Zero Tape, it won't just heal the people in Owerri—it will permanently rewrite the 'Void' code in every brain on the continent." Julian stepped behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he looked at the console. "It’s a 'System Restore' for humanity, Elara. But to trigger it, you have to stay connected to the transmitter. The surge... it could burn out the 'Gold' in your blood forever. You’d just be a normal girl again. No more hum. No more light." I looked at the "Gold" scar on my arm, then back at the microphone. I thought of my 410 readers. I thought of the students at FUTO. I thought of the life I wa

Those at the Eldoria realm were only beginning their journey of cultivation in the Way of Wisdom. Cultivation and perception were two entirely different things. It was a good thing that Sebastian hadn't intended to murder her when they fought. Otherwise, that single spell alone would have meant certain death for Aurelia. "You have surprised me, young man!" Armand gritted his teeth and glanced sideways at the torn flesh on his left shoulder. There was a murderous look in his eyes. As he roared in fury, a crimson light enveloped his wound. The wound began healing right in front of their eyes, even though it had been so deep that it had gone right down to the bone.

My final thought wasn't of my failure or my injured pride—it was of my pack, and how I'd led them into this mess with my arrogance and stupidity. When I woke, the pain was excruciating. Every breath felt like swallowing fire, and my head pounded like a war drum. I was moving, being carried somewhere through the forest. Voices argued around me, their words floating in and out of focus. "We need help," Elijah was saying, his usually steady voice tight with concern. "The wolfsbane is spreading too fast. His heart rate is erratic." "The human village is closest," another voice responded. Marcus, I thought, though it was hard to focus through the haze of pain. "They have a healer. Old woman who k

can you please speed up my healing so that I can return to the battlefield immediately. "Hehe, don’t worry, Jin, I’ll do my best to speed up the process." Bianca replied with a sweet smile. Bianca is obviously tired because of the amount of warrior she has treated but she doesn't pay much attention to it because she knows this is the only thing she can do to help the alliance forces. Elroi on the other hand also never stopped assisting Bianca. She lifts newly arrived patients to physicians like Bianca. Jin is currently lying down while Bianca uses her spiritual healing ability to heal Jin's injuries and also to quickly regain his strength.

A faint humming sound escaped her lips, soft and ancient, echoing with a power that no one present had ever witnessed before. The glow around Olivia intensified. The wounds beneath her tongue began to close. At first the healing happened slowly, but then the torn flesh started knitting itself together rapidly, as though time itself had reversed. Gasps spread through the watching wolves. Within moments the terrible injuries that should have taken Tasha’s life had completely vanished. Olivia finally lifted her head. Tasha’s breathing had grown steady and strong. Her eyelids fluttered before slowly opening. “Olivia?” she whispered weakly.

He spent the remaining eight thousand grace points on ten thunder-type Healing Pills. The Light of Dragon was extremely harsh and caused a lot of damage that would go on for a while on his aura. If Wilbur could not restore his aura in time, his body would be greatly injured as time went on. The Thunder-type Healing Pills were capable of restoring one's physical condition within a minute, which was already impressive enough. With the pills, Wilbur would be able to take on two or even three peak Sanctuary level elites at the same time with ease. Just as Wilbur was about to leave his demiplane, the voice of the dragon god rang through the air. "I didn't expect you to find the power of light, my

Who would have thought that someone would dare harm one of my people? Thirty minutes later, Olivia came out of the healing room with a loud sigh. She wiped her hands with a wet napkin, reeking of blood and medical herbs. Although Olivia had some kind of supernatural healing abilities, using it often came with a lot of strain on her body. So she preferred to use other methods like local and modern healing methods. She looked slightly tired by the time she came out, but she still walked up to us to give her diagnosis about the acolyte's condition.

"Let them try. The warriors are ready. I’ve had them running drills since dawn. If those Void cultists think they can just stroll in and take the Stone of Life, they’ve got another thing coming." "Strength alone won't win this, Leo," Luna interrupted, her voice a calm contrast to her brother's heat. She was busy sorting through vials of glowing silver liquid and dried herbs. "The wounds inflicted by Void magic don't heal like normal gashes. They rot the spirit. I’ve organized the healers from the neighboring realms, but we are going to need more than just bandages and poultices."