Communicating with the White Bone Monster

If he ignored the danger the Elves posed and focused only on the benefits, Thor could practically drool.

His Mental Power was freakishly strong for someone of his rank, but that was only compared to others of the same rank. If he could really acquire the Mental Power of every Elf, he might be able to increase the number of people bound to his Symphony of Fate from a mere five to over a hundred!

Then, as a Tier 4 being, his fate would be bound to that of nearly every high-ranking Wizard in the world. Unless the entire world was destroyed at once, no one would be able to break his immortality.

By then, Thor would also become someone who gathered the fate of the whole world.

Unfortunately, as beautiful as the idea was, reality was cruel.

Even if he became an Elf himself, Thor wasn't sure he could resist the Elves' pull.

"Lord Floco, how can we stop Byron from being pulled inside the World Wall by the Elves?"

"Lord Floco, how can I make use of the Elves' Mental Power?"

Thor and Byron spoke at the same time, but they were asking about two completely opposite things.

Floco knew Thor better, and Thor had also helped break his seal, so he answered Thor's question first. "Stability! Your spiritual body must remain stable and must not exceed what you can endure. And you mustn't let it become completely exhausted and depleted. A sapling can be blown away by a strong wind, but a sturdy, healthy tree that's stood for a hundred years won't be."

"As for borrowing the Elves' Mental Power..." Floco shook his head. "Wait until you become a Tier 2 Wizard. In your current state, don't even think about using the Elves' power."

Byron could only