บท 1252: Forging The Strongest...(7)

Skullius and the phantoms tried a lot of tinkering, tunkering, and tonkering. It didn't work.

The Fruit of World Myths wouldn't budge.

They wound around, reversed their logic, sought perspectives inside and outside the box, but all of it yielded nothing.

They simply couldn't pry anything out of the Fruit of World Myths. What was presented by the guidance field was all they had to work with. They could not make the flower-shaped mark edify their expertise in manipulating [Evil Darkness] and [Just Light] at all.

A crippling silence ensued.

Skullius would have shaken his head and thrown his hands out in resignation.

"There's nothing we can do about this then?" he said.

"Apparently not," a thought phantom replied with the same degree of sullenness Skullius had.

There was another pause.

"Well, we do have another option," another of the phantoms said.

Everyone else perked up.

"What?" Skullius asked, a little hopeful.