92 Demon Lord’s Supernatural Power

Rumble…

The earth trembled once more, sending vibrations through the ancient forest. Leaves rustled ominously above as the world seemed to shudder in fear.

"Heavens..." Blanc gasped, his breath ragged and labored. Desperately seeking refuge, he wedged himself under the gnarled, protective arms of a colossal tree. Its thick branches veiled him in shadow, providing a momentary sanctuary. He prayed silently, hoping the cascading gravel from the tremors would spare him, allowing him time to heal his battered body.

This was not the poised, confident Blanc known as the "Genius Swordsman." Gone was the elegance and calm that once defined him. Now, he resembled a fugitive, a once-great warrior reduced to a shadow of his former self, wandering the world in desperation.

Fumbling with a healing scroll, he tore it open. A soft, verdant glow enveloped him as its magic seeped into his wounds, knitting flesh and mending bone.