"I'm going to die."
The old knight's tone carried an indiscernible mix of regret and relief, a contradiction both utterly complex and profound. Meanwhile, the petrified ash-grey traces had spread beyond his abdomen, creeping towards his chest.
He said softly, "This is the Ice Prison Calamity Ash, a lethal toxin that reduces all targeted to ashes—I suppose my life is too stubborn; even it can only slowly turn me to stone, allowing me to linger on a while longer.
"My death is inevitable. Since that's the case, let me use my last remaining Sublimation Organ to save you."
Hiliard turned his head to look at Ian, laughing, "Don't worry, my student, it's as if you had Fifth Power Level ancient dragon material from the start! It took me and my king leading an army to collapse dozens of mountains to secure one, and here you are getting one for free. You really are lucky, haha..."
