The question rumbled louder than a thunderstorm in the peaceful soul sea. Materials dwarfing their counterparts with their hair-bristling effects, all assembled in the same body.
Tremors jolted his limbs, making his hat slide to the ground. But he didn't care. After thirteen years, he discovered the solution he longed for with all his soul. And what a solution!
"I don't mind waiting an additional year or two. I just need to gather six materials to witness the answer!" He declared, eyes ablaze with desire and his lips stretching to reach his ears.
Then, another realisation struck him harder than any blow he endured as he eyed another grimoire he possessed. He couldn't use its content without a body or before becoming an archmage. Yet, it was a part of the answer, too. He could see it now.
"Hahaha. Selene's request! He can help me if I bring his creatures back!"
Boisterous laughter resounded, deafening nature's harmony for a second.
