Unsurprisingly, the one who stepped out of the doorway overflowing with light was the angel who had been resting on the mushroom.
Without any visible movement of their wings, they glided over to the Nightglow Grass growing on the Energy-Storage Tree, quietly radiating light.
"A miracle of life, Limb Reattachment-ah! Power inherited from Tidenovus. How marvelous!"
The angel's voice remained neutral, neither distinctly male nor female.
They extended a finger and gently touched the Nightglow Grass, almost stroking it. Golden light immediately began flowing across its leaves.
Then, in a tone of praise, they said, "You walk alone upon the path of light, and this path is narrow.
You must lead your kin.
Let them walk this path alongside you."
Kroya blinked. The angel seemed to be using an exquisitely refined form of the Word Spirit Art.
Unfortunately, such power was still far beyond him. He could only vaguely sense it, and even trying to think about it a little harder gave him a headache.
He coveted it.
This magic was so extraordinary. He truly wanted to learn it.
With the help of the Word Spirit Art, a consciousness seemed to be emerging within the Nightglow Grass-not the vague awareness he had sensed before, but a genuine consciousness akin to an elf's spiritual nature.
At the same time, the connection between the Nightglow Grass and the Energy-Storage Tree grew stronger. Even the tree seemed affected by this power, supplying more magic.
After bestowing this blessing upon the Nightglow Grass, the angel turned toward Kroya and walked over.
Once again, they gently kissed his forehead.
"Friend, beware the wind and snow. May you be safe."
Along with those words, more sacred power poured into Kroya's body, almost equal to all the magic within a Second-Level Mage's vortex.
After granting him that