"By the way, there's one more thing," the old man remembered, continuing, "While helping you fuse the divine-level talent, a wisp of the Undead Lord's remnant soul merged into your body. I'm not sure if you managed to destroy him, so you should stay vigilant."
"Remnant soul?" John was puzzled. He hadn't noticed anything unusual within himself.
On the contrary, after signing a soul contract with the Tree of Life and sharing life, his body was brimming with immense vitality.
"Alright, I need to go back to my slumber. You take care now." The old man gave John a deep look before his figure shifted. He moved into the depths of Death Land, transforming back into his tortoise form, continuing his deep slumber.
"This guy doesn't seem like the type to cling to life so desperately…" John murmured to himself as he watched the giant tortoise disappear. With a thought, he also left Death Land.
The Land of Elves.
