"Such pure vitality, there's no need to spend time attuning to it. It's terrifying, the Touch of Darkness." A trace of greed flashed in the eyes of the werewolf.
The Archangel laughed and said, "This thing is useful to you, but it isn't meant for you. Even if you obtained it, it would bring disaster. You'd have a better chance finding a way to procure the Moon God's Scythe."
"The Archangel speaks the truth." The werewolf king didn't think much of it but recognized the archangel's good intentions.
The Archangel heard this and simply laughed without commenting any further.
The Chieftain withdrew his arm and said, "Indeed, that's how it is, the ability to give and take, those who are willing to give will receive."
"What's going on? Although the vitality is robust, it will dispel soon. At most, it's just enough for one battle victory, right?" The troll chieftain frowned.
