Enel sighed heavily, wiping some of the blood off his brow, his tone cutting through the heavy silence at the new information.
He never considered himself savior of the world much less the entire universe and still did not, but as long as it involved the Morningstar, he was going to willingly destroy it.
However there were more important matters at hand.
"We'll talk about those matters later, Perseus. For now, we need to get out of here."
Turning his attention to the milky waters of the Eternal Spring, Enel's eyes narrowed. This was a treasure beyond imagination. A flowing river of liquid creation, said to have the power to heal all wounds, restore lost limbs, and even resurrect the dead if wielded correctly. Wars would break out between entire planes and solar systems for even a single drop. And here it was, flowing endlessly, an eternal gift—or curse.
