"I've been trying very hard to take the last step. It's simply not working."
"…"
"Come on, I studied the laws of life and death. Mastered the intricacies of soul from Spirit King himself. I did everything! And they're still not fusing!"
"…"
"Seriously, what the hell is wrong with this pair of slivers? Can't it see the whole world is in danger? This stupid pric—"
"Now, now!" Ariel raised her hands, stopping his rant. "Don't curse the slivers. They're…they're slivers, okay?"
Sitting on a mountain peak in the clouds at a distance from the angel, Varian rolled his eyes.
It's been twenty five years since he entered Elysium, five full years since he was stuck at the step of fusing the slivers.
Even though Varian had never witnessed it, even he knew that a complete fusion would bring about a qualitative change in the slivers.
It seemed to be the only way for him to win against the Spirit King.
