"Ah! No! What is this? Help me!" Old Habel's sudden scream interrupted the bland, back-and-forth battle mode on the giant screen.
While probing the Undead Tribe with various means, Elsdarhur turned his head in surprise... He wasn't planning to return to the Abyss just yet!
Hadn't that foolish Human Mage always been well protected?
However, the countless tiny white dandelion flowers appearing on Old Habel made the Demon Lord realize what he had overlooked.
It wasn't as if he hadn't detected the Force of Nature on this Human Mage.
But this old fellow seemed to stockpile goods; he had quite a number of fine items from the Toril Deities... He still tasted the flavor of the Moon Soul Elixir.
Fortunately, Celene didn't harbor much hostility towards the Evil Faction, for if it were Lansendel's Potion of Dawn's Light, Elsdarhur would undoubtedly think the old guy was trying to poison him!
