200 3000 Beast Mountain Range [2]

Two hours later, Damien finally reopened his eyes. With the help of his mana circuits, he was able to rapidly refill his mana capacity, fueling his regeneration and recovering from his injuries.

His skin had been scanned and burned by his own lightning previously in his quick bid to close his wounds, but the scars left behind in their wake were nothing major, so he didn't fret too much.

In actuality, he didn't mind the scars. It reminded him of the old days when he was weak and helpless in the dungeon. Back then, his body was riddled with scars head to toe, and he was even missing an arm.

Over time as his regeneration skill continuously evolved, his scars faded and left his skin pristine again, but it would've been a lie to say he didn't miss them.

Battle scars were mementos. They were proof of struggle. They held a slight bit of sentimental value in his heart.