"Will all the skills of the enemies killed by a master be absorbed by him?" Thinking of this possibility, Elsa couldn't help shivering.
She couldn't remember how many people had been killed by Francis.
All the skills were piled up in a terrible number. What about the skills contained in it?
Only a lot more!
In particular, not long ago, he had just killed the mage members of the Church of Light. Elsa still remembered what had happened that night
Were those mage's skills also absorbed by the master?
"I've seen that master didn't use the bright mage's skills when he attacked. Is it because the light and the darkness are opposite that he is unable to absorb their skills?"
The more Elsa thought about it, the more frightened she became. She couldn't even look at Francis.
Francis, who was observing the hell dragon, felt a trace of panic in his heart. When he concentrated, he saw that Elsa was standing at the edge of the volcano, trembling backward.
"What was she afraid of?