[No. Absolutely not. Those are D-rank cores. Trying to absorb one with your current capacity would be like trying to fill a shot glass with a fire hose. Your channels would rupture and you'd die in agony.]
"But what if—"
[No.]
"I'm just saying—"
[The answer is no, Luthra. I've run sixteen thousand simulations. They all end with you dead.]
Rebecca stirred in the cart, mumbling something about giant pickles chasing her. She rolled over and went back to snoring.
He stood up and walked to the cave entrance.
'We can't stay here. Silas will send more hunters. And we're running out of time.'
[Nine days remain on the quest timer.]
'Yeah, thanks for the reminder.'
He needed a plan. A real one, not just stumbling from disaster to disaster. The direct approach was suicide. Sneaking in was impossible with hundreds of guards. He needed something clever.
"Hey, Lilith. The file on Silas mentioned he has a garden of statues. People he's petrified."
