The Illusory Doors shattered one after another. As the last one broke, Edward wandered away again, returning a few seconds later. "Do you think my spirituality is being consumed just as quickly as yours?"
"But that's only if I keep chasing you. What if I simply follow at a moderate distance and come out to harass you every so often?"
"I could save a great deal of spirituality, while you still wouldn't dare dismiss your Historical Projections lightly. With the balance shifting like that, do you really think you can outlast me?"
Edward reached into his Spatial Pocket and took out Hufflepuff's Cup. "Oh, and I have a Beyonder Characteristic that can help restore my spirituality. You can divine whether I'm telling the truth."
"I'll repeat myself one last time. All I want is a Miracle Invoker Beyonder characteristic, and only your spare one. Handing it over won't cause you any substantial loss."
If Zaratul had still possessed the awareness to speak, he would certainly have cursed furiously, "Fuck your ****! What the fuck are you talking about? I'm a Miracle Invoker right now! Wouldn't giving you my Beyonder characteristic mean dying? I think you're after the Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder characteristic I went to so much trouble to obtain!"
Yes, Edward had gotten one thing wrong here: he had only remembered that Zaratul had an extra Miracle Invoker Beyonder characteristic, forgetting that it would only become surplus when he used the Attendant of Mysteries Beyonder characteristic to concoct a potion and advance.
Of course, even knowing that wouldn't have stopped him from spouting nonsense anyway-Zaratul was currently nothing but a shell on the verge of losing control, possessed only of a survival instinct. Everything Edward said was merely an attempt to "talk his way to victory."
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