Abel quickly withdrew his power of the Will from Doff. He knew that he had activated something special this time. He wasn't sure about what the consequences would be, though, since there was just too much of a gap between him and the realm of spirits. He was like a thief, carefully trying to steal from a mountain of wealth from a sleeping deity. Yes, the job was technically done, but he still had to be careful if the god of war ever happened to return one day.
No, it wasn't like he was going to back away from this treasure he discovered. This was the collective wealth of an entire race. Think back to the Moon Goddess. The reason she was so powerful and youthful all the time was because of the same thing. She had her own temple, her own followers, her own religious workers, and as long as the elven race continued to exist, the concept of death would remain nothing but irrelevant to her.
