Soon...I will be at my prime again, he thought. Then we could travel the realm together.


    It seems they still don''t get along well... Eztli sighed, I have to change that. He made a mental note to take care of his disciples'' relationship as soon as he transferred.


    I must not open it here, or the properties of the Spire Seed might be destroyed. He thought, removing his hand from the box. Fighting the urge to open it.


    With it serving as the heart, he thought. It will allow me to continually steal Life Force. I will be immortal.


    hank you, Wes. If not for your hard work I would have died and never gotten a chance at rising to again. I hope we can spar and have adventures once the transfer is complete. His gaze shifted. Rhett, you have always taken care of me in these dire times. Even putting my health before yours. I hope I can repay everything you have done for me. These were his deepest thoughts. He felt grateful for having such good disciples.


    Finally, Immortality is within my grasp. Eztli thought. Exhaustion overtook him. The pent-up stress and tension he held—coupled with his damaged organs and the slight removal of Life Force—finally caused his body to give in.