"What a pity." After Isaac left, streams of flesh and bone surged up from the ground, coalescing behind Innis into the figure of a burly man. With his hands behind his back, He gazed with some regret in the direction Isaac had gone.
"It's fine. It's not that much of a pity," Innis said cheerfully, glancing at the man beside them. "This was just an experiment. Even if this path were truly viable, I wouldn't take it. You know I disdain walking a path forged by others."
"True enough." The Blood and Bone God shook his head and sighed. His body then dissolved into flesh and bone, melting back into the courtyard.
Even so, He still found it a shame. The path of cultivating the strong had already been walked by a Great Wizard long ago. Otherwise, with the talent Isaac was now displaying, there was a very real chance he could have become a Great Wizard through this method.
But it wasn't a total loss. After all, Isaac was a member of the Flesh Sect—one of their own.
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