Experiment

Very quickly, just as the Envoy had taken it out before, the crimson cup reappeared in Anvis's hand.

Even without anyone activating it, it continued to emit a juicy, restless aura of desire.

Like Anvis's Desire Seed, it was not actually some magical item, but a special existence composed of Alien Power.

Simply holding it, Anvis could feel the Desire Seed in his spiritual space beginning to tremble faintly, both fearful of a higher existence and yearning to go further.

However, the ruby-like crystal of Desire Power within the cup was now less than half full. The rest had vanished, presumably consumed during the battle with Anvis.

"Those sacred Artifacts... Are you from the Church? No, impossible! Even those mad dogs from the Inquisition may embrace darkness at most, but they would never walk the path of desire!"

On the ground, the Envoy lay stiffly, his entire body restrained by magic. He could only move his eyes to watch Anvis's actions and try to probe him with words.

"You definitely have connections with some high-ranking figure in the Church! That is the only way to explain where your Artifacts came from!"

"Think whatever you like."

Anvis smiled faintly and did not directly answer the Envoy's doubts.

After obtaining what he wanted, Anvis continued examining the belongings of the Envoy and the Eighth Rank Storm Sorcerer beside him, intending to see whether there were any unexpected surprises.

"...Sir, there is actually no need for us to oppose one another. The generosity of the gods is beyond mortal imagination. If your goal is this Desire Power, then feel free to take it."

As Anvis searched their belongings, the Envoy spoke again, attempting to win Anvis over to their side.

"We regularly hold desire banquets like tonight's in multiple cities across the Federation.