1220 Dripping in nether

"Going to the Spire of Ascension right now is pretty much like committing suicide. No. You should absolutely not do that." Tilia stood with her arms crossed in front of her chest and firmly rejected the idea as she stared daggers at the elf.

However, Eldrin only scoffed at this response. "If you stay cooped up here then you won't get anywhere. Your time will run out and after your world integration, your girlfriend will personally come to visit you."

"Actually no. Considering all the trouble you have caused her, she might just end up blasting away this entire world without bothering to look for you first. I mean she is probably going to do that even if you are alive or dead." Eldrin shrugged.

"That's just how higher beings think and act. If there is even the slightest chance of their shady business getting exposed, they will erase the whole world and blame it on a failed integration. That's one way to settle scores and also clean the slate."