No chance was given for proselytizing.
The Swamp Boggart had tried countless methods, but still couldn't communicate with the other side.
A direct attack would activate the Temple's defense mechanism, transforming the villagers into Guardian Angels.
A dilemma indeed.
Upon receiving the report, Lear didn't think much of it and focused his gaze on the five Temples already under his control.
For those not yet under control, they would be tackled with concentrated efforts when time allowed... there will always be a way.
Leave the unsolvable problems for last, deal with them then. For now, enjoy the meat on the table.
With eager anticipation, Lear mounted the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King and headed straight for the first Temple.
Controlling ten Temples grants additional power.
Seven are already controlled, only three more to claim that power.
Lear's gaze was profound.
The Divine Format's condensation had reached 80%, just one step away from the final mark.
