blueteamnovel Chapter 475 Completely Cured
Chapter 475 Completely Cured
Dante looked at Musashi and Kojiro, a calm smile on his face as he observed the scene around them — the Witch's Kingdom, now fully restored, as if time itself had obeyed his will. He took a deep breath, feeling the new energy pulsating inside him, the strength acquired through every soul absorbed, every power mastered.
"Well, I have to move on," Dante said, his voice soft but carrying an undeniable authority. "We have more work ahead."
Musashi and Kojiro watched him in silence, as if still processing the miracle before them. Dante's presence was overwhelming, and even though they had faced dozens of powerful enemies, nothing compared to the power he now radiated. The atmosphere around him seemed thick, vibrating with the enormity of what he was capable of.
Kojiro, still in shock, stepped forward, his words filled with respect and curiosity. "Where are you going now?"
"Vampires," Dante replied, the word leaving his mouth with a slightly ironic tone. "I need to check on the old man, he's probably in pretty bad shape."
The mention of vampires made Musashi frown. "Vampires... do you really think Vlad is in trouble?"
"Considering how relaxed he is... well, after I consumed that second-rate villain, I saw that she had some subordinates, seems like the strongest one had trouble dealing with Vlad," Dante answered with a subtle smile. "And, well... I'd love to see him all beat up." He joked before continuing, "Now, it's time to see if they're really as formidable as they seem, I'll clean up the mess."
The two swordsmen exchanged a glance, and Musashi shrugged, looking resigned. "If you think you can handle it, I won't stop you. But... be careful. They have their own kind of strength."
Dante nodded, showing he was aware of the dangers the vampires posed. "I'm no rookie when it comes to this kind of thing. Don't worry." He turned toward the horizon, his eyes now gleaming with relentless determination. "I'll be back to cause a little more chaos. This is just a break, not the end."
With that, Dante turned and began walking toward the exit of the kingdom, his aura still vibrating with incomparable power. He didn't need more words to convey his intention. Musashi and Kojiro watched as his figure disappeared into the horizon, moving away quickly.
"That man..." Musashi murmured, "He really has no limits."
Kojiro just smiled, a difficult-to-read smile, as if he was about to face an even deeper and more unpredictable journey. "No, he doesn't. But that's what makes him interesting."
With one last glance at the horizon, Kojiro turned to Musashi and gave a nod. "Well... shall we fight?" Musashi said, looking at Kojiro.
"Was it you holding back?" Kojiro asked with a grin.
"You spent eight years in space, absorbing energy," Musashi smiled. "We need to remind ourselves who's the strongest between us..."
Exhausted, Vlad didn't have the strength to immediately retort. Instead, he let out a heavy sigh, his chest expanding and contracting as though he were still trying to process the pain that tormented him. "That damn bitch sent all sorts of strange vampires here..." He paused, as if recalling the nightmare of the last battle. "And her damn necromancers... a true plague."
Dante shook his head, as if understanding how difficult the situation had become. He had always known that Mary Rose wasn't a simple person, but he never imagined she would be capable of assembling such a vast and corrupt army. He sighed, his eyes burning with a flame of determination as he stepped forward.
"I figured as much. Well, I'm here just to clean up this mess," Dante said, his voice filled with unwavering confidence. He then extended his hand toward Vlad, the gesture almost casual, as if he were dealing with a simple issue. "Full Heal," he commanded, his voice powerful yet as soft as a breeze. The language he used was ancient, a deep murmur in the language of dragons. It was a language laden with power, and the words that left his lips had the ability to shape reality around him.
The magic flowed from his hand, a wave of bright light that surrounded Vlad's body. The air seemed to tremble with the energy building up around them, and in an instant, Vlad's severed arm, oppressed by pain, began to regenerate. The bone, flesh, and muscle formed again before Dante's eyes. Vlad's arm returned from scratch, renewed and stronger than before.
"Done, your regeneration will be back to normal soon," Dante said with a satisfied smile, his eyes glowing with a slight pleasure. "Dealing with End Energy when you're a Dragon is easy." He let out a muffled laugh, as though manipulating this colossal power was second nature to him.
Vlad, on the other hand, looked at his own arm, touching it carefully, still in disbelief at the speed with which his regeneration had been restored. The energy that had drained from him now seemed to flow freely back into his body. He looked at Dante, his eyes full of gratitude and a hint of surprise, as if he had no idea what had just happened.
"Impressive... I... didn't know I still had that kind of power, Dante." Vlad commented, his voice stronger, though still marked by exhaustion.
Dante shrugged, as if it were nothing. "Well, I'm not just a simple soul hunter... If I had to choose one ability to have, it would be this. Never underestimate the power of a dragon, old friend."
While Vlad was still recovering from the sensation of being restored, Dante turned and saw Elizabeth, Vlad's daughter, approaching hesitantly. She was standing there, at a distance, her expression heavy with worry and sadness. Her eyes, usually confident and sharp, were now clouded by anguish.
Dante sensed her presence even before she moved, which was no surprise, given how alert he was to his surroundings. He didn't need more words to understand that what Vlad had just gone through had been devastating not only for him but for his entire family.
"I healed your father, little one," Dante said, his tone softer now, trying to ease some of the tension in the air. "I healed him completely." He used the word "completely" deliberately, to ensure Elizabeth that the worst was over. His eyes, however, were carefully watching her reaction.
Elizabeth looked at Dante, her eyes widening in disbelief. She looked at her father and saw how much stronger he already seemed, his expression calmer, his arm back in place. But when she realized what was happening, when the impact of Dante's healing truly hit her, her eyes filled with tears. The father she had feared losing, the one she thought was on the verge of death, was there, now restored in strength. She felt a wave of intense emotions, mixing relief and a bit of guilt for doubting he could survive.
Without a word, Elizabeth ran to Dante and, before he could react, the woman embraced him tightly. The impact of the hug wasn't just physical but emotional. Elizabeth was crying, tears streaming down her face as she held Dante tightly, as if he were the only solid thing left in the midst of all that chaos.
"Thank you... Thank you..." Elizabeth whispered repeatedly, her voice breaking with emotion. She could hardly believe what was happening, that her father's imminent death had been averted. "I... I don't know how to thank you, Dante."
Dante didn't respond immediately. He simply stayed silent, allowing her to release the emotional pressure that had built up over the days of uncertainty.