Grenoss knows that there is no free meal in this world. As long as Lathel could help him, he would agree to any condition.
When standing on the brink of death, everything is meaningless. But if he can exchange meaningless things for life, he is willing to do so.
"God, please speak." Grenoss said respectfully.
Lathel sighed, then stretched out his hand. In his hand appeared a lightning ball the size of a tennis ball, but it radiated an extremely terrifying power.
"This is the soul of a thunder dragon; although this soul is not perfect, it has many flaws. However, if you absorb it, it can help you increase your odds of evolving into a dragon."
Hearing Lathel's words, Grenoss raised his head and looked towards the lightning ball. Indeed, as soon as he saw it, Grenoss felt a kind of greed.
That feeling urged him to immediately devour that ball of lightning. However, Grenoss was still able to restrain his greed.
