"Is that it?" Brin asked in a hush.
Tarkos nodded. "That's it. The Moonveil Thistle. Extremely rare. Fragile. And reactive."
Dozens... no, hundreds of spirit beasts that looked exactly like the one they had been following prowled around the grove.
All of them glowed faintly with the aura of the ancient Blight.
Victor's eyes narrowed at the thistles in the distance. "And that's what we've been looking for this whole time?"
"Yes," Tarkos replied. "One of the core ingredient for reinforcing the seal."
Aeri Fan turned to Tarkos. "How do we get to it? There's no clear path. Too many beasts."
Tarkos cracked his knuckles. "I'll go. I can handle it. It'll be delicate but—"
"No," Victor interrupted while stepping forward. "Let me."
Tarkos raised an eyebrow.
"I'll shadow blink in and out. These beasts won't even notice me."
He wasn't boasting or anything... Victor just knew he had an advantage due to his Void Emperor Bloodline.
