Liam blinked, trying to process the whirlwind of development. "So, you'll really become my general?" He asked, unable to believe what was happening.
"Yes," the elven ancestor replied with conviction. "Together, we can conquer realms, topple empires, and rewrite history. I sense a storm brewing in the myriad realms. And with me by your side, that storm will be one of our makings."
Liam smiled, a broad grin spreading across his face.
"Well then, let's get started, shall we?" The elven ancestor's voice boomed. "I assume you already have a way out of here?"
Liam nodded. He had planned his exit strategy.
But as for forging the soul, Liam did not want to risk it just yet. He did not want to forge a top-tier soul with a broken mana core.
