Thorn knelt, his eyes fixed on the magnificent figure of the golden dragon.
"I greet Demigod Shenlong," he said, his voice filled with reverence for this being who could manifest into a powerful dragon from a shiny liquid, seemingly from billions of miles away.
"No need for pleasantries," Shenlong's voice boomed, deep and calm.
"Dive into this container and absorb as much as you can. The more you absorb, the greater the power you will receive."
With those words, Shenlong's form dissolved, mixing back into the remaining liquid in the container.
Thorn's soul automatically flew to the edge of the container, one more step and he would be inside the liquid.
This liquid was the Essence of Hope, filled with the energy of countless prayers and desires.
With Shenlong's blessings, anyone who dived into it would have all their wishes and hopes fulfilled.
But every use would consume some of the liquid, a fact that gave Thorn a sense of purpose and responsibility.
