The Voice's Identity

The green liquid flowed down his throat and Varian felt a warm feeling spreading throughout him.

All the aura derivatives in his body—chi, space power and mana, rumbled with the warmth. 

Varian sighed in comfort. 

It was as if his body was soaked in a warm spring. The pain slowly, but surely, disappeared. 

As a Level 4, his recovery rate was high. With the assistance from ambrosia, it rose to a terrifying degree. 

Blood was generated, skin was regrown, muscles were rebuilt and bones were strengthened. 

Varian knew it was not a mature Ambrosia. The one he took only had a fraction of power. 

But even then, he could feel the majesty of its existence. 

Ambrosia could not be created anywhere else. Only the dungeons were able to do it. 

Despite the best efforts to replicate the dungeon environment, humanity failed countless times.

They didn't know the reason… but Varian, at the moment, somehow knew it.