Max couldn't believe it even though he knew Iolrath wouldn't lie to him.
He had spent a total of two weeks creating a form for his Will to take and using it to cut the Gordian knot that he was tasked with splitting apart.
To him it felt like a few hours but that was not the same outside.
For Ella, it was two weeks of excruciating pain and anguish.
Max grimaced at the wicked thought.
His heart palpitated and his palms turned sweaty.
Iolrath looked him over and sighed. "You must have done your best but there are things that cannot be rushed no matter what. Tempering your Will to give it form is something that takes an average Elf several years to complete but you managed to do it within two weeks. That already shows just how amazing you are as a genius."
"Don't try to butter me up." Max chuckled self deprecatingly. "You guys have to work with emotions that actually take form. Mine is formless, it doesn't even have a color."
"Max…" Iolrath found it hard to refute.
