And although magic flourished in the Age of Peace, and its arts reached boundaries no one had ever imagined…
There remained a single ability that defied them all.
Healing Magic.
It was not merely a branch of magic, but a miracle described in the books of the ancients as the greatest gift mana could ever bestow upon its wielder.
Its spells restored life to weary bodies, halted bleeding, and mended wounds that all other magical arts failed to cure.
For this reason, possessing this ability became a dream that haunted thousands of mages across generations.
However…
The dream remained just a dream.
Throughout the entire history of Aegisor, no human was ever known to have mastered healing magic, no matter how vast their knowledge or how powerful their mana.
Even the Demons, who mastered curses and dark magic, found that the bleak nature of their mana refused to align with that pure magic.
And what was even stranger…
Was that the Dragons, despite their majesty and their ability to wield forbidden magic, could not touch this art either—as if an unseen law separated absolute power…
from the ability to save life.
Thus, healing magic remained exclusive to only two entities.
The Elves…
and the Spirits.
The Elves inherited it along with the purity of their mana, until it became a part of their very identity, while the Spirits, as beings born from mana itself, embodied the highest degree of harmony with life energy.
For this reason, healers were not just mages…
They were priceless treasures, for whom the doors of kingdoms were flung open, and who were received with respect that surpassed that of the greatest warriors.
Yet, the laws of this world…
Were not about to remain as everyone had known them.
For somewhere in Aegisor…
Destiny was preparing to write an exception that history had never dared to imagine.