Isaac POV
Florathi City
Isaac stared at the hundreds of Crop Spirits floating around the meeting room, momentarily unable to believe what he was seeing. Each of them resembled a small ball of light, and although their appearances were nearly identical, the intensity of their mana varied considerably.
"Lord Azrael, where exactly did you find..." Isaac began, but before he could finish his question, Azrael had already disappeared.
He stared at the spot where the Grim Reaper had been standing before shaking his head helplessly.
'He could've at least explained a few things before leaving,' Isaac thought, although he was certainly grateful for the gift. After all, he had been planning to rescue these Crop Spirits himself, so Azrael had saved him considerable trouble.
