Hill stroked the black Magic Book, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
He had long known that his Magic Book possessed a vibrant energy cycle of its own, and that Selûne's silver moon power was particularly good at encouraging souls to coalesce. After advancing to the level of a divine artifact, it had slowly begun developing a will and soul of its own. Still, he had never imagined that it had already matured enough to think through such a complicated problem.
It had been a little too impulsive, but its consciousness had only recently formed. It was still young, after all, and prone to rash decisions.
For a divine artifact to suffer serious damage just as its consciousness was forming really would affect its future... Unless Hill later found all sorts of rare soul-related materials to incorporate into the Magic Book, it would have difficulty growing into a high-tier divine artifact.
This was indeed the Magic Book's trust in its creator, rooted deep within its soul, but... what if?
People always preferred to protect themselves first.
Besides, what if something really did happen to Hill? Once it had scattered itself, it would never be able to become whole again.
Even if Hill merely fell into a deep sleep, the Magic Book could forget about having any future if it failed to replenish enough soul energy during this most crucial stage.
Hill had never imagined it would be so difficult to leave behind the divine artifacts and plants that were so attached to him, let alone face the resolute look in Liszt's eyes as he stood in the interstellar vortex watching him.
If he truly could not return, then... Hill sighed silently. For a moment, that weighty trust left him flustered and lost, before slowly turning into resolve.
Even if he