Your Potential Exceeds Your Imagination

"Something's wrong!"

Anse's mind raced, and he quickly noticed numerous inconsistencies.

First, the timing did not add up.

The two had only met yesterday afternoon. Even if the Drow Matron had attempted to resurrect the Drider yesterday, she would only just have learned his little secret. There was no way she had had the time or Spell Slots to resurrect his parents.

A Cleric's primary attribute was Wisdom, and their Spellcasting relied heavily on their deity. Divinity built a stable bridge between a Chosen and their god, allowing the Chosen to cast spells despite the Weave's turmoil.

This method was equivalent to Spell Slot casting, something he had confirmed with Gianda and Valera.

In other words, an eighteenth-level Drow Matron could most likely cast only one Eighth Circle and one Ninth Circle spell per day.

And most Clerics would not prepare True Resurrection at all. There was no need, since the dead could be revived at any point within two hundred years, even if the body no longer existed.

The Drow Matron most likely had not prepared True Resurrection yesterday and might only have learned in the early hours of today that the Drider could not be resurrected.

Then she definitely did not have the Spell Slots to resurrect the original owner's parents!

Resurrecting them in advance made even less sense.

True Resurrection was a Ninth Circle spell. It required an expensive diamond worth tens of thousands as a material component and took an hour to cast. The cost was immense.

No one would be willing to waste it on two ordinary old people unless they were certain they could recoup the investment.

Anse had gained some fame, so it was not strange for the Drow Elves, with their dense intelligence networks, to learn of him. But judging by his