Adam opened his eyes as he looked at the needle in his hand. It was thin, with a sharp tip, and was sharp only at its very center, unlike his previous needles.
Barring specific circumstances, the needle in his hand was not a weapon, but a tool he had created for a single purpose: to heal the Evolution Tree.
"What do you think?" Adam asked, his eyes never leaving the needle.
With a carefree expression, the Silver Weaver waved his hand.
"It'll do for a first time, though if I had the same problem as Vador, I wouldn't have dared to ask you for help."
Clutch.
Adam gripped his needle tighter as the muscles in his face twitched.
"You… You're testing my patience, right?"
However, Adam understood what the Silver Weaver was doing. Now, there was something he wanted to do, and it had nothing to do with Vador.
"Now, I've learned to change the shape of my needle. It turned out to be easier than I thought. But I can do much more with it than just reduce its size, can't I?"
