The Maha Tower or The Broken Tower of Omega—some call it. It is a place of Dream, a place of myth, and a place of Chaos. Only a thousand among many get the chance to climb it each year. Wrik spent years to find this tower, ignoring his studies, University, but to no avail. Until a day when a letter came to his door with a pair of tickets to the tower. But before that, he had to appear in gruesome trials to enter the cruel Tower. ________________ Check out the other works: Chaos Cycle: The Eye of Genesis. ________________ [The novel is a bit slow compared to other webnovel. It picks up the pace from the 10th chapter or so.]
"Madame, you are a goddess," Anton said to the woman who was in charge of the medical ward of the sanctuary. He looked at the middle finger and could not help but admire the skill of the healer. It only took half an hour for her to transplant the finger back, though it still needed a couple of weeks to become as dexterous as his other fingers.
Sheala smiled faintly and finished checking him up. "Don't try anything stupid for a few days," she said. "I have eliminated most of the cold energy from your system, and for the rest, it will be eliminated itself. The wound in the chest is not fetal, but I would recommend complete rest for 48 hours."