"No, we should let Onyx rest when we reach The Pure Enclave. We will find far superior cultivation opportunities there. It will be more beneficial for him to sleep. And I won't be long. I just need to consume this black liquid and return to your body. After that, I'll need about three days to meditate and assimilate all these resources," Torne said, eyeing the vessel containing roughly 8 liters of the dark fluid.
Vicente realized this timeframe would allow Onyx just a brief nap, not enough for the crow to process the magical essence they had gained from the order's secret altar.
"You'll be completely out for three days..." Vicente murmured, his fists clenched as he acknowledged the risks but recognized the necessity. "All right. Go ahead."
With his master's approval, Torne acted swiftly, using his powers to enhance the concentration of the negative liquid—a condensation of the elements in this area—before consuming it as if it were juice.
