"Sacrifice your own life in exchange for the withering power expelled by the Holy Tree. Haha, how amusing. Just because the Elf Race has longevity doesn't mean they can do whatever they want?"
After quickly investigating the situation of the Withered Wood Organization, Rose couldn't help but shake his head.
"Really a shortsighted approach."
As Hilia silently treated her injuries, suppressing the withering power emanating from within her, she curiously asked, "This withering power seems quite formidable. Why does Rose seem unimpressed?"
Rose replied indifferently, "Because this is something expelled by the Holy Tree. You get what I mean, right? If the Holy Tree were human, what would it expel?"
Hilia's face stiffened.
"So, what's being released into my body is..."
Rose's analogy made Hilia feel unwell instantly.
Fortunately, under the treatment of the Magic Puppet, the withering power within her was quickly dissipating.
Hilia suddenly thought of something—
