The resplendent colors formed ripples, spreading out like the vast ocean, with stars within it, as if a solitary boat.
On the deck of a small ship, a wizard wrapped in a golden cloak, clad in silver armor, gazed at Levi.
His eyes were as deep as the starry sea, his features resolute, carrying a natural air of dominance that compelled one to prostrate in worship.
"Congratulations on perfecting the Infinite Primordial Soul Method... successor."
Without a doubt, this was Roger.
Levi was inwardly shocked.
Could it be that he was the fated one, with hopes of obtaining some treasure?
Indeed, the Infinite Primordial Soul Method was created by Roger himself, and Levi had condensed the Infinite Primordial Soul.
This likely was a power projection set in advance by Roger, which could only be triggered by satisfying certain conditions.
And condensing the Infinite Primordial Soul might just be one of those conditions.
"Greetings, senior."
