Michael knew, with a sickening certainty, that he couldn't fuck this one up. He could feel the weight of the arrow, the power that radiated from it. It wasn't just a weapon. It was something more.
Even if the arrow couldn't kill a god, getting shot in the head by an arrow charged with Nithroel's grace would ruin his day. It would probably destroy his physical body, forcing his soul to retreat to one of his backup bodies in the mortal realm. It would mean losing his current cultivation, and his connection to the realm of the Gods. It would set him back months. Maybe even years.
And he wasn't sure what other effects it might have on his soul. Thus, he needed to get this right.
"System, give me the answer. Now."
[Providing the answer to the riddle will require 10 million Badass Points. Does the host wish to proceed?]
