What Are You Worried About Him For?

Xilos smiled faintly. Several distinct lines on her face seemed to rise like smoke over a low flame, becoming slightly more pronounced.

"..."

A long silence.

The hunched old man raised his head. He was no longer as tense as when he had questioned Xilos earlier. His clouded eyes fixed on Xilos for a moment, then he shrugged as if helplessly.

"That does fit your style."

With that calm remark, the old man lowered his brows. His whole body seemed drained of strength. Then he closed his eyes and said heavily, "I will urge the other races to fulfill their obligations. Before then, Lord Xilos, please attend to your own affairs."

"You needn't tell me that."

"Where is the Pure Spirit you promised me?"

At those icy words, Xilos was not at all surprised by the old man's response. She had even anticipated that he would say this.

"..."

Another brief silence followed, but this time, the old man's chest heaved violently, and his entire body trembled faintly despite himself.

"This is the last one."

Gritting his teeth, the old man raised a piece of jade containing an unusual warm glow from the darkness. A soft, comforting radiance spread soundlessly from it. As that faint light appeared, countless obscure and inexplicable auras throughout the lowest level of Twilight Abyss were driven away.

Xilos's lustrous fingertip touched the jade floating in the air.

In an instant!

A violent radiance erupted as if the sky had collapsed!

Centered on Xilos, the warm, gentle light emitted by the jade enveloped dozens of kilometers around her at once.

At the center of the light, Xilos was immersed within it. Warmth lingered around her, and even her long-tense mind relaxed considerably without her noticing.

The warm light was incomparably soothing. Soaking in it, Xilos could