At the palace, Enzo showcased the totem he had condensed.
What was once a single leaf had advanced into a small sapling, enhancing not only his power but also altering the shape of the totem, granting Enzo the ability to manipulate plants.
After witnessing this transformation, Bookstaver fell silent.
Once it was an authority in supernatural powers.
Now, it felt inadequate.
Finally, Bookstaver admitted reluctantly, "Alright, I admit, among numerous supernatural beings, there are indeed one or two anomalies like you—no, my goodness! Enzo, this is completely unprecedented! I've never seen a priest whose totem changes with each advancement!"
Midway through its speech, Bookstaver became incoherent and mentally scrambled.
After a moment, it regained its composure and enthusiastically exclaimed, "Great master, I am certain that what you possess is truly unique!"
Enzo directly exposed, "So, Bookstaver, you don't know either?"
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