Nial writhed in pain.
He was lying on a wooden bed inside his hut, surrounded by dozens of Elves at the Keltia rank.
They had all gathered around him and touched his bare chest for a few seconds before a shocking expression formed on their faces.
"It's really true…how is that possible?" One of the Keltia Pyromas Elves asked. His red skin lit up and all his mana was forcefully pulled through his arm and spread inside Nial.
The moment someone touched Nial, his body was subconsciously deprived of all mana.
Nial was currently unconscious, and being tormented by the worst memories of the God of Darkness and the constant reminders that his mother had died at the hands of Bella, his former friend, and the woman who was now labeled as the Saintess of Light.
Angels had suddenly appeared and they had become her subordinates, preventing Nial from killing her.
