"This is too precious in you hands."
Grozni muttered as his gaze remained fixed on the corrupted branch in the elf's hand.
A faint smile spread across his skeletal face.
'It seems even fate acknowledges my decision. After accepting the Heir of the Dark One as my disciple, even such a treasure has appeared before me.'
To someone like him, who had spent countless hours studying forbidden arts, a corrupted branch of the World Tree was… an extraordinary treasure.
It could serve as a catalyst for countless rituals, become the core of a supreme staff, or even be used to nurture an entirely new form of life.
Naturally, he had no intention of leaving it with a puny ordinary elf.
Before anyone could even comprehend what was happening.
Bonjour, who had been fiercely exchanging blows with the human Master, suddenly froze.
Dark chains erupted from the ground and wrapped tightly around his arms, legs, and waist, locking him in place.
"…What?!" The young barbarian struggled violently.
