It was a lot to take in.
Oliver silently looked at the dragon, thoughts about everything said up to the point churning in his mind.
As his thoughts raged, the invisible currents surrounding him also became fierce, throwing him off course. This made his thoughts spiral out even further, exacerbating the situation.
'The dragon remembers everything. It time-travelled with me.'
'Supposedly, time travel was a miracle.'
'And…my ability, blood manipulation, healing, and revival seem to be a miracle too.'
'Why does it make so much sense?'
Oliver was vexed.
The revelation was a difficult one to process.
'I couldn't use mana, and yet I could manipulate blood, heal with it and revive. It was a suspiciously good ability.'
'Initially, my ability was just blood storage and simple manipulation.'
'But it later evolved when I…'
Oliver remembered back to the time when he was depressed and despondent.
