"I wonder if he even knows about the formation of the Universe of Runes. Such an outdated god, I should negotiate the information about that Universe of Runes in exchange for more of his power." Elliot thought to himself.
"Stop making that greedy look. You're not getting any more of my power." Baltamiros grumbled. "You're already blessed beyond blessed. Wanting more than that would automatically cause a bit of your power to seep out and make its way eventually to Maruk, the God of Greed."
"Do you know what's the best thing about being a mortal with power restrictions at every level?" Elliot began with a smile.
"What?" Baltamiros sighed and played along.
"We got creative." Elliot said simply.
"And… how does that interest me?" Baltamiros drawled.
"The product of my creativity can increase your power by at least a factor of ten." Elliot said seriously.
