Chapitre 1130: The Power Of Neutonium Abilities

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Sometimes they say that hope is like a flame.

If there is no fuel to lit it up, nobody can ever feel its warmth.

It flickers wildly as it takes over your heart.

And it fills you with so much warmth and power, you lose yourself.

However, too much hope can end up burning you, and with a mere cold wind, a small annoyance that changes everything.

It disappears, and once more, you're alone and cold in the darkness of despair.

I'll be the fuel to lit up their flames of hope.

And unlike those feeble flames, the hope I create is unending.

My flames never stop burning, as long as there's a path where there is a lot of things it can consume.

And right now, I was on my zone.

Summon Familiar? I considered it, but having to teach my familiars how to move on space wasn't in my plans.

Their powers, also, are limited, and I need Spirit Orbs to summon them.

I have no such things here.