Before long, Colin arrived at the top floor of the Wizard Tower.
This was an area that only he could enter.
In the empty room, there was only a white, translucent Crystal Tower placed in the center.
Buzz—
The Crystal Tower emitted a faint golden light, and a figure gradually appeared, greeting him, "Good morning, Colin."
"Good morning, Master Ludas." Colin was somewhat puzzled, "Why is it you today, what about Master Batalov?"
Ludas had a trace of gloom on his face, "Batalov is resting; he was severely injured by today's Divine uprising."
"Is it serious?" Colin asked with concern.
"It's somewhat serious, but no need to worry; as long as there's still a breath left in us, the World Will can bring us back."
Ludas smiled, completely hiding the gloom in his eyes.
What he did not say was that every such severe injury would damage one's consciousness.
And while the World Will could restore injuries, it could not restore the unique consciousness belonging to each of them.
