The world of dreams.
The temple in the sky.
Mona stopped adjusting the flame essence on the Palette and looked toward [Sequence] on the Drawing Board.
"It looks like it's going faster than I imagined."
After he had bestowed the Aether, less than half a year had passed, and the thing he was waiting for had already begun to stir.
After confirming something, Mona felt a trace of gladness.
Just as he had thought.
Aether had not only allowed the Abigail Flower, as an Apostle, to learn the understanding of fusing extraordinary powers.
The Aether that had entered Ned's body had likewise ensured that this human believer was no longer merely borrowing the Abigail Flower's power, but had truly integrated it into his body, understanding it, learning it, and developing it.
This supplemented and completed the Abigail Flower's final missing piece in its understanding of Decay Power, and likewise propped up another support point of [Sequence], opening a path for humans—or rather, for other living beings—to learn and grasp this wondrous extraordinary power.
"If the Abigail Flower determines the upper limit of the Sequence, then the human who has mastered part of its power determines where the Sequence's foundation lies."
Mona's gaze lingered a little longer on this human chosen by the Abigail Flower.
What the other party had done was better than he had imagined. It seemed the Abigail Flower had indeed chosen the right person.
He knew clearly.
Now, even if Ned lost the Brand of the [Rot Spirit Staff], at most, he would only lose control over manipulating the Shell Insect dependents and Rot Spirit Insects.
That power of decay, as well as the ability to communicate with Rot Spirit Insects, had already been completely incorporated into the [Aether] within this believer's body.
Although his understanding of