Pale flames shot up in the altar, and it was not long before the snake's fang was engulfed in them. The screen lit up, showing that Wilbur had acquired eight thousand grace points.
Wilbur was beside himself with glee at the sight of the number. After all, having eight thousand grace points was a significant sum. The truth was that Bahamut's power was nowhere close to the Blood God and the God of Destruction, and getting eight thousand grace points out of a fallen snake's fang had more than exceeded Wilbur's expectations.
Besides, things were different now. The Dark Messenger had come looking for Wilbur, and the Child of Light's formation would only last three days. It would be gone after that, and the Dark Messenger would surely show up again after that.
Despite Wilbur having improved his skills by a great deal, he did not have the confidence to take the Dark Messenger now. Thus, getting eight thousand grace points to spend on important power-ups was extremely important to him.
Wilbur was overwhelmed with emotion. "You really helped me out at the perfect time, Honorable Dragon God! You know, it would be even more perfect if you could drop me a few more thousand points."
The Dragon God's voice was not heard this time, and Wilbur could not help but laugh at himself. What a greedy ask that was!
"Hahaha!"
He realized that laughing might be inappropriate the next second, however, and stopped abruptly. He looked back at the screen. Eight thousand points would get him ten Thunder-type Healing Pills. Coupled with the five Healing Pills he had left, he would have a total of fifteen.
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