"Aren't you already borrowing Your Majesty's power? You've already been saved, what more are you dissatisfied with?"
Under the gaze of the Forbidden Army, the Great Elder couldn't help but tug at his sleeve. Beneath his robe, the symbiotic vines of the Dragon Tree had already wrapped around most of his body. In a sense, he had already transformed into what the native Elves called a monster.
However, it was precisely by becoming a monster that he realized he no longer needed to worry about the loss of life, nor did he need to allocate extra force to resist the Abyss's erosion.
"But my world is still heading towards destruction, and it will eventually fall, merging into the Abyss."
"If you could stop it, what would you be willing to do?"
"I'm willing to give up everything."
"In what capacity?"
"As a follower of the Savior."
"Ha ha!"
Hearing such a cunning answer, the Forbidden Army couldn't help but laugh.
