The Great Mage revealed a look of reminiscence and said slowly:
"I tried to let the undead in my hand adapt to the Abyss, intending to create a capable assistant. However, that power is excessively strong, even the most powerful Bone Dragon I have cannot adapt to the Abyss."
"In the end, just when I was about to give up, Little Vonier was born."
Little Vonier parted its sharp teeth, exuding a foul-smelling sticky black slime from its mouth.
"It has always been fortunate; my talents always take effect on it."
"Abyss, my talent, its sturdiness, and the leftover power of the Hero, all four interacted to ultimately bring about its birth!"
The Great Mage spread his arms wide, speaking with the ambitious flair of his younger days.
He couldn't figure out why Little Vonier could adapt to the Abyss, but eventually, it succeeded, and its success was completely irreplicable.
