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"Eh?!"
Wayne instantly calmed down, then immediately broke into a heavy sweat.
This was bad; the side effects of clashing fiercely with Torgoguryr were showing up. His thoughts were too inhuman, like an Ancient God handing out sweets to the fated ones.
Torgoguryr: I'm not familiar with you, do not disturb me, it has nothing to do with me.
Plank looked hopefully at Wayne, having shared all the secrets he should have. Now it was Wayne's turn to reveal his own findings.
Wayne smoothly transformed into a Perfect Elf, the perfect balance with nature mesmerizing Plank, but...
There was still something missing.
If this was the answer he'd always longed for, it was disappointingly basic.
"Plank, this is just the beginning. Five faiths form the skeleton of life, but without the corresponding flesh, skin, and the energy to make the heart beat..."