"How would you know it won't succeed without trying?"
"There's no need to try." Reeves said, looking past Angel to the glaring orange magma lake behind him.
However, Reeves wasn't focused on the magma lake itself but rather on the strange patterns continuously leaping out from it.
With profound sorrow in his eyes, Reeves said, "Even if it could genuinely be saved, it wouldn't be of much significance. Besides, most of my body has assimilated with the parasite, an assimilation that's irreversible, much like the Goddess of Spring, Metheor."
In the Wizards' Realm, there is a specific term for the half-tree transformation of feathered women: "Goddess of Spring" Metheor.
By using Metheor as an example, Reeves was essentially saying he had become "half-mushroomed" and was beyond saving.
Perhaps because the topic of salvation was brought up, Reeves set aside the issue of the ruins he had intended to discuss earlier, and instead started talking about his current situation.
