"Use hers? Is she a descendant of that Ancient God?" Negris asked.
Ange nodded. "The last one. Weak. Incomplete."
"The last bloodline? And incomplete? How do you even use that? In the end, are you trying to cultivate a blind Sculptor?" Negris muttered, no wonder Ange was hesitant. This was practically as hopeless as resurrecting the Dragon God using only a Dragon Scale.
But there was no choice. Ange had scoured the entire Plane and still couldn't find a single piece with flesh and blood. Even petrified flesh could be revived with Insect Ash Liquid, but it simply didn't exist. No matter how skilled he was, creating something from nothing was impossible.
Actually, it wasn't entirely impossible—provided it was something he recognized. With Chaos Mist, he could recreate it. But something he had never seen before? No way.
Floating over to Ketika Luti, Ange said, "Trade me some meat."
