Death Vines (2)

A few minutes later, Green let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Using magic to transform the Devil Vine had not taken much effort. Enduring the incessant chatter and shrieks of Peter Pan's remnant soul, on the other hand, had been thoroughly unpleasant. By the time he finished, he was mentally exhausted, as though he had just run a marathon. Fortunately, the results were good: the transformed Undead Devil Vine was stronger than he had expected.

The twelve-meter-long Undead Devil Vine was now bounding around Green like a husky welcoming its owner home. Its thick vines passed freely through the floors and walls, leaving only barely perceptible traces behind. This was one of the Devil Vine's characteristics, an innate supernatural property: its exceptionally high affinity for brick, stone, and earth let it move underground or through buildings as easily as a fish swimming through water.

Smiling, Green patted the Undead Devil Vine's head. At least his trip to Luca County had not been in vain.

But soon, Green gave another puzzled murmur. He had noticed that his magic power was slowly draining away.

Thanks to practicing his meditation method with the help of the great bell manifested inside the graveyard, he had made considerable progress in the Gelfis Meditation Method. As a result, he possessed much more magic power than an ordinary Advanced Mage Apprentice and could afford this level of consumption. Still, the sudden anomaly put him on his guard. He immediately searched for its source and soon discovered that all the missing magic power was flowing into the Devil Vine.

Green found this rather strange. Nothing like this had happened when he summoned undead creatures such as skeleton soldiers and zombies.

Summoning skeleton soldiers only consumed some magic power when he cast Soul