L99. Frost Dust Tear Crystal 3

Npc : Time Drifter Zindel
🗺️ : Alternate Dimension. Winterflake Forest. (x:1053 y:836)

You're here to collect the power of confinement that has spread after its release, taught by Carso's followers, right?" Zindel changed the subject and brought up another matter. "I'll help you gather the power of confinement and you can take it back to them."

You questioned Zindel's motives, wondering if he was trying to help Carso's followers.

"How could I?" His calm expression cracked, revealing the hatred he held for Carso. "My goal has never changed - to stop Carso, Protection of this world, and Protection of my people. I'll do anything for that."

"I can manipulate my magic while gathering the power of confinement, so whatever they plan to do will be interfered with by my magic."

"And by handing over the power of confinement, you'll know what their next move is."

It sounded like a reasonable plan.

Looking at your companion who had fought alongside you all this time, you agreed to his plan.

"Then gather the scattered power in this area and bring it to me.

Collect the scattered power in this area and bring it to me."

"While gathering the power of confinement, I can also interfere with their actions with my magic."

"...This time, I will definitely stop them.

Npc : Time Drifter Zindel
🗺️ : Alternate Dimension. Winterflake Forest. (x:1053 y:836)

You hand over the collected Sprite Broken Pieces to Zindel.

The energy condenses and contracts in his hands, gradually merging into one.

You are familiar with that energy, as a Sprite Messenger, that kind of energy is almost always with you day and night.

Also, because you are a Sprite Messenger, when collecting these energies, they almost always come to you actively.

Once existed here, the cute and mischievous Sprite was destroyed by Carso's power, leaving only these remaining thoughts.

The power of imprisonment is also a Sprite Power, and the shattered imprisonment makes you inexplicably uncomfortable.

"---Done."

The power of imprisonment lying in Zindel's palm, recondensed, looks like tears.