"Please, write the formation." Insisting, Oli bowed to the man with the utmost respect for the first time.
"I may have studied soul sciences but that doesn't mean I'm a miracle worker. Let me be clear when I say that this is no guarantee," rephrased the man. "I'll give it everything I have, but that doesn't mean I'll succeed. I'm not Daruun…"
"Who?"
"Nothing. You--"
"Who is Daruun?!" Oli asked emphatically, leaning toward the man with the utmost curiosity. "Is that someone who can bring my father back?!"
"Calm down… I'm not sure if even Daruun can bring back your father, though he's more qualified than I," answered the man, placing both hands on Oli's shoulders. "For now, we--"
"Can you get him to bring back my father?"
"Oli, this--"
"Can you, yes or no?!" shouted the young cultivator, unafraid of the man more powerful than Oli could imagine.
"No. I have no say over whether he would attempt such a thing. Nor can I afford--"