Alexander looked at Silas's lifeless body, his expression emotionless.
Troy approached Alexander, raising an eyebrow as he saw the aged corpse of Silas. "What happened to him? Did you use life magic?"
"Strictly speaking, I wasn't the one who killed him," Alexander said calmly. "The ones who killed him were the spirit beasts whose essence he absorbed."
Before today, Silas probably never imagined that the spirit beast essence he revered would be the end of him.
In just a few minutes, Silas experienced the rapid aging of human life, leading to organ failure and death.
"How's the Lamp of Fate?" Troy asked.
Alexander used his consciousness to sense the Lamp of Fate's position. It was still in Lysander City, moving around. He shook his head and said, "No updates."
"So, what should we do now?" Troy asked.
Alexander looked around.
