Chapter 1051: Suppression
Leon’s left hand gripped a fist-sized orb-shaped magical device—this was the Elemental Torrent he’d dismantled from a Heaven-tier alchemical golem back in the Furyflame Plane.
Blinding arcs of lightning kept pouring into the Elemental Torrent, and as the lightning faded—as if drawn away—the Grand Shaman’s body kept spewing electricity, unable to stop.
For a full three minutes, lightning flickered across the Elemental Torrent’s surface. The device could only absorb one spell at a time from an opponent—whether a First Circle or an Eighth Circle spell, it made no difference.
These endless arcs of lightning, strictly speaking, were just raw electrical power—not true spells. But as long as the stream wasn’t interrupted, the Elemental Torrent would treat it as a single spell and keep storing it until it hit its limit.
Gradually, the lightning on the Grand Shaman’s body faded, and the remaining power was no longer enough to overwhelm his control.
Putting away the Elemental Torrent, Leon took out another vial of Elixir of Life.
“Grand Shaman, this is an Elixir of Life I concocted myself.”
The Grand Shaman accepted the Elixir of Life from Leon with a grateful bow.
With the lightning gone and the Elixir of Life downed, the Grand Shaman—who moments ago could only lie in bed and let the lightning dissipate—was now back to normal, at least able to move around without issue.
"Grand Shaman, I've come to ask you something. I hope you'll tell me the truth."
The Grand Shaman shook his head, the motion slow and weary.
"Thank you for your kindness. It eased my pain. But as for what you want to ask... I truly don't know."
Leon smiled faintly, not the least bit annoyed—there was always something darkly amusing about these conversations.
"Grand Shaman, I haven't even asked my question yet—how is it you already know what I want to ask?"
The Grand Shaman opened his mouth, then shook his head with a bitter smile.
"Grand Shaman, I want to ask about those undead armies outside. What are they, really? I want to know the truth."
The Grand Shaman immediately shook his head, his expression shadowed.
"I don't know either. I've never seen the undead myself, not even certain they exist. It's a shame—I can't help you."
Leon’s expression remained calm; the Grand Shaman’s reply didn’t surprise him at all.