At this level, there was truly a qualitative change.
High-Rank Supernaturals were merely better fighters. If Sidney took to the battlefield himself, he might cut down a few more enemies, but he could not determine the outcome of the battle.
Lady Camilla, however, could command an entire fleet alone. She truly had the power to change the battlefield.
Use a powerhouse of that caliber as a disposable consumable?
No, impossible. Even if it secured a Great Being's personal intervention, it would still be a loss.
Unless they could really haul all the Honey Water on the seabed back to the Empire and use it to produce a few more people like her, there was no way they could create such a [Vessel].
"Is this [Casting Forge]'s requirement?" Sidney asked, unwilling to give up.
"Precisely."
Sidney's expression turned ugly.
If [Casting Forge] could not come here, who would deal with the Great Being behind him?
Judging by the look of him, he had no intention of leaving the ship to fight the Great Being on the seabed, either.
The only consolation was that he could descend into a [Vessel] converted from a High-Rank Supernatural. Presumably, that made him a notch weaker than [Casting Forge]. Could they find some way to force him away?
Before Sidney could think of a solution, the Machine Priest spoke again. "That said, our Divination Core has detected someone here who can be made into a [Vessel]."
Sidney's eyes immediately lit up, and he blurted out, "You don't mean Elliot, do you?"
Only after saying it did he remember that Elliot was merely First Rank. It could not possibly be him.
"Absolutely impossible. We have long since entered the Family Head into our database and tagged his soul signature. The Divination Core automatically excludes him from its