This was where the world's magical energy flowed most strongly—the Ley Line of the Eurasian Continent.
At this moment, Isaac and Eliot had already set up magical devices here to assist them in using the Spirit Formula to create an Elf.
"Isaac, is this really all right? If we drain the Ley Line dry, it will take at least centuries, perhaps even millennia, for it to recover." A trace of hesitation flashed across Eliot's face.
"Eliot, this is all for revenge—for revenge against the humans who destroyed the home where we grew up!"
"After coming this far, are you thinking of giving up? Or do you not believe in the Spirit Formula we researched together?" Isaac looked at Eliot and spoke solemnly.
After leaving the village, he and Eliot had never given up studying magecraft and mysticism.
After all, they could not abandon magecraft if they wanted to improve the integration of magecraft and technology.
The Spirit Formula this time was part of their research. However, Eliot later discovered that the conditions required to complete it were extremely difficult, requiring them to drain all the magical energy in the world, so he shifted his focus to other formulas.
Until recently, when humans attacked the Magus village and slaughtered all their family members and elders, hatred took root in Eliot's heart.
That gave Isaac the opportunity to persuade Eliot to complete the Spirit Formula.
Eliot, consumed by hatred, agreed.
Through the two of them working together, they finally completed the remaining parts of the Spirit Formula.
But unexpectedly, at this critical moment, Eliot hesitated. Isaac could not help but feel furious at his lack of resolve.
"No, I just think the people in the village might not be dead." Eliot voiced his speculation.
After learning that something had happened to the