"What's there to fear about high costs, as long as it can be recouped. Now, unless you abandon this body of yours, or find one of the Gods of Light to remove this Fire of Mass Faith for you, or else kill all these Disciples of Light, cutting off their faith, this fire wouldn't flare up again," the Great Sage said.
"Abandon my body? No way, I've worked so hard to get it to this state, I'm not giving up. The Gods of Light? Heh, who knows how many are still around. Killing all the Disciples of Light sounds easier, but it's such a chore. Forget it, I'll think about it. This tiny bit of Holy Light won't do any harm anyway."
Harvey stretched lazily, sinking into the stone chair in a more comfortable position. Heaven knows how his skeletal frame could differentiate between comfortable postures. His bones scraped the stone chair until it flaked.
Then he remembered something, "What are you here for?"
"I've met the God of Knowledge," the Great Sage said excitedly.
