The World Tree Calls - Part 10: Healed by the Sovereign Light

Long after his previous battle, another madness unfolded in the Burial Ground of Gods. On a night of violent rain and roaring wind, thunder shook the sky again and again. Inside the hollow of a giant ancient tree, he lay barely breathing. Once more, he had fallen into danger. Demons had surrounded him in layer after layer, trying to tear him apart and bury his light forever. This time, he managed to escape, but the price was terrible. His body was covered in blood. His face had been shattered, his bones broken beneath the wounds. His chest had also been crushed, his ribs broken, his inner organs torn. Yet the most terrifying thing was not the injury itself, but the dark destructive energy still clinging to every wound. It was the energy of decay. It wrapped around his flesh, bones, blood, and every tiny cell, preventing him from healing. It was as if death itself had planted roots inside his body. But he was no longer as weak as he had once been. Lying in the hollow tree, listening to the storm outside, he only gave a quiet sigh. Then, deep within his mind, sacred music began to echo. He slowly raised his right hand. From his palm, a pure and gentle energy flowed out, wrapping around his broken body like holy water. The light entered his wounds, lifted the rotting darkness from his flesh, and pulled the energy of decay out piece by piece. Little by little, his body began to recover. Some parts of him had been too badly destroyed to return immediately. So he used his own sacred energy to evolve temporary forms in their place. Those missing parts became luminous, made of living light, enough for him to move, breathe, and continue. He rested through the night inside the hollow tree. And when the storm finally passed, he rose again. Still wounded. Still incomplete. But his will had not broken. So he stepped back into the Burial Ground of Gods, and continued his journey.