"A god that cannot grant wishes has no reason to exist."
The god stared at the small puddle and said faintly.
"I will give you the Authority."
"Even if you give it to me, I'll stop granting wishes immediately. I'm not a god, and I won't perform a god's duties," the Little Elf refused righteously.
But to the Little Elf's surprise, the god actually nodded.
"I know. But that is your choice."
Suddenly, it stood up. Golden light scattered as countless rays connected to the Little Elf.
The Little Elf panicked. "Don't give it to me!"
However, it was too late. The golden threads pierced swiftly into the Little Elf's body, and the golden light surrounding the god began to dim.
Mo Ling saw what was happening and quickly stepped between them, but the golden threads passed right through him.
'This is bad!'
By the time he tried to use teleportation to sever the threads, they had already vanished completely.
"Goodbye."
