Another week passed. Hekate routinely cursed the four elves, forcing them to search for the Tree of Life with their bodies weighed down.
It was worth mentioning that the Frost Snow Elf had already awakened. After all, he was still intent on finding the Tree of Life and could not remain in hibernation forever. Once his body recovered, he woke up on his own.
Secondly, all four elves were deeply resentful.
Each of the four sides believed the curse had been cast by the other elves. Hekate had no doubt that once they met, they would immediately unleash their strongest attacks on each other without a word.
After finishing the curse, Hekate sensed the magic power within her body.
Nourished by her blood, the Tree of Life had already sprouted a tiny tip, and surging life force had begun to awaken. Vitalis slept every day hugging that tiny sprout, utterly unwilling to let go.
After being absorbed, life force could be converted into magic power. The principle was the same as when she squeezed the life force within her own body to turn it into magic power. As a result, the Magic Concentration on the top floor of the Astrology Tower was more than twice that outside.
With this, Hekate cultivated her magic power to the limit of a three-star Star God of Magic.
That afternoon, at the Crofts Family residence.
Puli looked helplessly at her father.
Count Crofts snorted. "My dear daughter, you are nearly seventeen already, and your younger sister is married. Tell me, when exactly are you going to get married? Count Yale previously came to me to propose a marriage alliance, but you refused that too. What exactly do you want?"
Nott Harriman Crofts was a count of the Uruk Kingdom and the current head