Apparently, the Lords weren't going to be granted a visit to the Sacred Spring.
Fortunately, they didn't need it, considering that they had managed to clear the third floor without wasting any spiritual energy.
Still in the teleportation process, Michael was lost in his own thoughts.
Forming a bond with a spiritual beast required the souls of the beast and the human to merge to a certain extent.
For all the time he had lived, Michael had never managed to connect with one… Not because of a lack of talent, but because the intensity of his soul had always proved so overwhelming that every creature he tried to bond with perished on the spot.
He had made peace long ago with the fact that he wasn't destined to have one, yet he had still taken a gamble regarding Ember simply because there had been no other choice.
