Ange withdrew his Boundary-crossing Hand.
Negris wiped nonexistent cold sweat from his nonexistent hand and thought to himself: Kvada, I will never make casual talk with this naive skeleton again, he takes it seriously.
The Bronze Book obediently fell into the center formed by a circle of zombies, emanating a halo that nobody could see. After all, inside the Temple of Rest, it didn't matter where the Bronze Book was placed.
"You haven't said what your Divine Technique is? Don't tell me you haven't awakened any skills? That's not possible, as soon as the Divine Fire ignites, you should know what abilities you possess," Negris said, puzzled.
Ange did not know how to describe it, so he teleported to the farm area with a thought.
Negris followed closely and watched as Ange gently touched a bud that had not yet bloomed.